I believe it's not the good times, but the bad times that define a parent. It's not hard for a parent to shine when things are going well, what's tough is being a good parent when times are bad.
My parents divorced when I was about 7 years old. My mom was left to raise 6 boys on her own. Not an easy task in the 60's for a male much less a female. She never received one cent of welfare, government or my dad, but still managed to feed us, cloths us, provide a home and the self esteem that made us feel just as well off as anyone. Not one did I ever think myself as poor. In fact, I felt I was better off than most of the people I knew.
She had to work but still knew the importance of keeping us in public activities. We were in Little League Baseball, she was a coach. We were in the Little Britches Rodeo every year, she handmade our western outfits. We were in Club Scouts and Boy Scouts, she was a den mother. She was also on the school parent teach board.
If I had one line to describe our family trait, it would be the ability to stand tall through adversity.
"Political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a
delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an
unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the
proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd
by the clean end."
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