I am a single mother of three beautiful children, ages 3, 5, and 10. They are my life. I also work and attend school full-time for criminal justice. For the last three years, I’ve had to be at work at four in the morning at the women’s prison, which means I drag my kids out of bed at two to be at daycare, so I could be to work on time. Through rain, sleet, hail, or snow—we have made it.
A few years ago, my children and i lost everything, because i was with a so called “drug dealer.” After he was arrested, i was left with only his stash and a cell phone. the first thing that came to mind was to continue carrying on his work, but i cast that idea out—along with his stuff—and made a vow that I would not have my children lose another parent to stupidity. I would show them the value of hard work, education, and faith.
We were in shelters and with my best friend for about six months until i found a decent job at the prison. My income now is enough for us to afford only the bare essentials, so our furniture and beds were donated from St. Vincent de Paul. The couch my children and I sit on has fleas and no matter how much I spray, it leaves us scratching with big welts. It smells pretty bad too. We also don’t have a kitchen table to sit down together for a meal, talk about our day or do homework.
Tom, my Christmas wish is to ask for your help for a new couch and a dining table. I grew up with a large family in a loving home where the highlight of everyone’s day was to sit around and talk to each other. I want my children to have those same warm memories of their childhood as I have. We have been through hell and back together and this would be a blessing they so deserve.