I know how hard it can be to be a single, working mother. Not because I am one, but because I was raised by one. My parents divorced when I was very young, and I grew up with my mother, a rebellious older sister and an autistic younger brother. I am not sure how she did it, but my mom managed to raise the three of us, work, and keep food on the table when things got painfully tough. She wasn’t perfect, but in the end she shaped me into who I am today. She’s shown me how strong a woman can be. She’s shown me that if it feels the odds are against you, still try your hardest, and things just may work in your favor. Most importantly, she’s shown me that I could go after what I want in life and not be afraid of having to do it all on my own.