She worried about how I would fare on my own. As I prepared to attend Hamilton College in upstate New York, Vicki called the school a dozen times with questions on navigating college. The task was made easier by the new moms who entered our lives - although never through romantic origins. She cobbled together part-time jobs and I focused on school.ĭespite the constant financial stress, we tried to stay positive. We couldn’t afford luxuries such as vacations, meals out, or health insurance. Unfortunately, almost 1 in 3 is poor, and Vicki joined that statistic. If being rich in America was just about working hard, then all single mothers would be millionaires. We packed up to move near extended family in Colorado. Ultimately, as my biological and legal mother, Vicki decided that my time with them was finished. Busy and stressed, Moms 2 and 3 struggled to create a nurturing environment for their new nuclear family, leaving me with minimal attention and care. She also fell in love with a chaotic Mom 3 with two kids, whom I was told were my stepfamily. She would rent Blockbuster movies and let me play “Super Mario” on the Nintendo 64. ![]() Her parenting style was no different, except that she was strict about bedtime and limiting TV. Her happiest days are spent listening to people share their passions and goals. She wears a tie-dyed T-shirt to any event and usually asks people if they believe in angels, or when they last relaxed outside. ![]() Vicki is my biological mother via a donor.
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