I come from a family of working women, my mum went to work two weeks after I was born - my parents had no money, there was no choice.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My mom was a working woman. She made more money than my dad. Both my parents worked. And this was in the '60s.
My mother was one of seven girls whose parents went to bed hungry so their children wouldn't. My father lost his mother when he was nine. He left school and went to work for the next 70 years. They emigrated to America with little more than the hope of a better life.
I was born two months early, and everyone had given up on me. But my mother insisted on my life.
My parents were working class folks. My dad was a bartender for most of his life, my mom was a maid and a cashier and a stock clerk at WalMart. We were not people of financial means in terms of significant financial means. I always told them, 'I didn't always have what I wanted. I always had what I needed.' My parents always provided that.
My parents didn't have the opportunities that my wife and I have now, from a quality of life standpoint.
I didn't grow up with a lot of money, so my mom didn't have random money to buy me a car, and I didn't have money to have a car unless I worked, so I didn't get a car until I got my first job at 18.
My mother opened a bank account for me when I made $60 on my first day of work as an extra. She's that kind of mother.
I wasn't really aware that my father was working for quite a while. I thought it was my mother who had all the money!
My mother stopped working when she had my brother. She was a full time mom until I started getting heavily into ice skating lessons, and it got to the point where they really needed my mom to earn an income.
When I was a young boy, very young boy, mothers didn't work. Women were home, they took care of the house, they washed the dishes and took care of the children. That's what they did, and that's what my mother did.