I remember when we moved to Las Vegas and Mother got a job at Wenchell's Donuts. I don't really remember how much she worked. I think she worked while we were at school because she was home most of the time with us.
Then I remember when she changed to Arby's. I didn't really like that so much, because I thought it was beneath her and I wished she could do something better.
Then at Cannon Jr High, she volunteered to accompany everyone on their Solo and Emsemble music because everyone had heard her practice with me and knew immediately that she was good. From that point on, she did things for the band director and it wasn't long before they asked her if she would accept a full time positoin with the school. I think she really enjoyed those years at the middle school. I know that I felt fortunate to have her accompany me whenever I needed her to. I took her for granted a lot.
Anyway, she worked there until she decided to retire. I'm not even sure how old she was when she stopped working. It had to have been close to 70.
Our Mother surely taught us all to have a good work ethic in life. She always led by example and very rarely asked us to do something that she hadn't done a million times her self.
I didn't ever really try to get a way with anything in high school. I knew deep down that she would find out and I wouldn't have her trust and I'd be screwed for sure. But, on graduation night I couldn't resist so I lied and begged and she VERY hesitantly let me go do what I had planned. But, of course she managed to call the hotel room just when I was getting sort of drunk, and a boy answered the phone at the party that was supposed to be just me and my best girl friends. She had inpecable timing.
So, she said that I should stay and just come home in the morning as soon as I woke up. I had a terrible time the rest of the night and got up earlier then anyone else and went straight home. She never said a word to me about it. That was my punishment I guess. She definitely had her way of making me feel like I had just broken her heart.
So, Sisters, I know that you are all experiencing these fun things with your daughters as they grow. I'm enjoying mine so far, but it gets more spicey as they mature. I see a horror story in my future...lol.
Love you
Donna
