That video made me think. I remember the food banks and being a very long time in between money growing up. We always had good birthdays, we made the best of what we had. Our family helped my Dad a lot, my Aunties always made sure they were there when we needed them. I wore hand me downs and on Child tax, Dad would let us pick out a shirt and pants. The struggle was real my friends, cooking on a wood stove, bathing in a giant Tupperware container (or summer cooler for some), outhouse or slop pail at night, bed bugs, lice, explaining to the kids at school that it must have been a spider. I remember combing my hair with a fork because my brush broke and we couldnt go to town for a new one. We filled water barrels and that was our water, no tap, no toilet, no sink. Wash basins and bowls. When we moved to Cando, we had running water but it was bare minimum. Our couch was made up of a plaid frame with cushions that didnt belong. A table and chairs that none of them even matched, I think we had a couple of those wood chairs from halls. One pot made most of the meals, a couple baking sheets too. Our fridge was from the 70s where you had to push the lever tight to keep it shut. There was only yellow bags and boxes unless it came from the Food Bank, then it had a crossed out bar code, always black felt marker & outdated. Today I have four kids who will never once in their lives know that life. I have worked hard to make sure of it. It made me who I am but I promised myself many years ago that the cycle stops at me. I can explain to them my past but they will never fully comprehend the struggle, I am ok with that. I over compensate my kids childhood to be opposite of what I grew up in, not always on purpose but it makes me feel proud, like super proud that Riley and I can provide for them, can have a few luxuries for special occasions but only enough to not make them rotten. I had this on my mind, if you are still reading, thanks for that. Sometimes I think people need to remember where I come from, I need to remember. I need to not forget and I need to stay humble. We worked hard for this life and our work is never done.
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 04:34:51 +0000
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