It's my mom's birthday.
I have an amazing mother.
My mom was Betty Draper before Betty Draper was.
But she was a brunette.
And for every day stuff she wore her hair more like Peggy's.
But man could she rock a french twist!
She was that stereotypical 50's stay at home wife.
She had some jobs as a teenager during the war.
One was butchering chickens, she taught me how.
It's a very important life lesson.
Once you can butcher a chicken from stem to stern,
there isn't much else in a kitchen you won't attempt.
And she dated a lot of Bills.
I dated a lot of Mikes.
Another life lesson, if you date guys with the same name
you never have to worry about having your
Dad (in her case) or your 2 year old (in my case)
call a guy by the wrong name.
My parents got divorced when I was in 5th grade.
So, my mom who hadn't worked a day in her life to support
herself, figured out how to get out of a rotten marriage,
dissolve a bankrupt business,
dispose of a house she could no longer afford,
and cloth, feed and shelter 4 children.
She didn't do it on her own, she had an
amazing mother (and sister) herself.
It wasn't always pretty but it worked.
And the life lessons I learned in that 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom house
on Oakton Street have served me well all these years.