My childhood...if I had to desribe it in one word...hmm, unique! I think I would say that it was unique! With the exclamation point...and it couldn't of happened any other way.
If I had to do it all again..I indeed would endure.
My mother raised four of us, on her own. I didn't know my father until I was about four or five. And my relationship with him is its own book. So I'm sure you get the idea..we struggled. My mother had 2 jobs, and raised four kids on her own...all while attending church every other day, no doubt.
But like I said my mother suffered from mental illness, not sure when it began. I believe she hid until it overcame her and this disease spilled out of her mind finally. It would change us all...and how I do not know I managed to have faith and still believe that everything would be okay.
Its mindblowing...