You see this photo here? It was taken December 24, 1981 — I was a mere 22 days old.
See this? This young woman is my mother (age 23) with her 18 month old son, and 3-week old daughter. She looks happy, doesn’t she? Of course she is ridiculously pale (I blame the blustery Cincinnati winters), but happy nonetheless.
And THAT is what blows my mind!!
Did you know that the day they brought me home from the hospital, my father was laid-off from his job? There they were, a young couple with a mortgage and now TWO helpless mouths to feed and no income! My mom was on maternity leave, unable to get a job even if she wanted to! Ugh, the struggles of young couples is astounding sometimes, isn’t it?
But they were able to pull it together. My brother and I did not go hungry, and here we are almost 28 years later telling about it.
I guess the reason I’m thinking about this lately is due to this damn recession. It has absolutely body slammed me into the worst depression, and I’m having a miserable time trying to beat it. I’ve always been so optimistic, but right now the whole world is black — despite how much I want to make it seem okay. So, I’m looking at this photo trying to gain some inspiration from it.
My mom was able to smile at Christmas, knowing they were in a real pickle – with a horrible case of postpartum depression – with needy children – in the dark Winter of 1981. Shouldn’t I be able to do the same?
PS. By the way, doesn’t my brother look so queer in his green velvet little outfit and page boy haircut? Those haircuts … were a mainstay in the family on ALL 3 OF US for YEARS!! Oh, the photos that line my parents’ hallway is an inveritable Wall of Shame!!