Raising a kid alone on a hardware store salary and then later a foreman’s wage isn’t poetry. It’s math, and the math is usually tight.
Raising a kid alone on a hardware store salary and then later a foreman’s wage isn’t poetry.
I learned to cook because restaurants were a luxury. I learned to braid hair by practicing on a doll at the kitchen table because Ainsley wanted pigtails for first grade, and I wasn’t about to let her down.
I packed her lunches, attended every school play, and sat in on every parent-teacher conference.
I wasn’t a perfect father. But I was a present one, and I think that counted for something.
Ainsley grew up kind and funny, and quietly determined in a way I never fully took credit for, because honestly, I’m still not sure where she got it.
