Growing up, I lived with my mother - a single parent of 2. My dad was around, and although he has played an extensive part in helping me become who I am today - it was my mother who had the full-time role of parenting.
She would take me to school, and then go to work. After school, instead of her picking me up - it would be my grandmother.
My mum would go to work at her second job. I would see her in the evening, she would read me a bedtime story - and I would go to sleep.
At such a young age, I got to experience first hand what it meant to be a provider - but even more than that, I saw the struggles of working for someone else. We were by no means dirt poor, but it's clear to admit my mum put in a lot of time, for such 'little' reward.
No matter the countless hours my mother would put in, it would always be the same "we cannot afford that," or "money does not grow on trees".