Mother’s Day has often been a sore topic for me and something I, for many years, would try to avoid. Growing up in a single-parent family with my dad made the day painful at times.
Today, I would like to honor my grandmother, Martha Hutchins, who was the closest thing I’ve ever had to mother figure in my life.
When I was very young, my parents divorced and it was only in recent years that I have started developing a relationship with my biological mother.
Instead, my grandmother played double duty as both a grandparent and a parental figure in many ways.
With my father raising me alone and working a long job, she would often take care of me on busy work nights. Almost every weekend was spent at my grandmother’s house.
I know that on at least once in the early hours of Christmas Day, my father was called into work unexpectedly. Rather than waking me up and taking me to her home, she came over and spent the night at our home so I would not be alone.
Another fond memory is of her home cooked meals. Each Tuesday night, without fail, my father and I would go to her house for the traditional and quintessential American dinner.
It wasn’t until I was older that I realized the impact that she had in raising me and my life time even today, nearly a decade to the day since she passed away.
So here is to all the mothers of all types out there. Thank you for all you have done.
Michael Hutchins is the local government reporter for the Herald Democrat. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.