My Mother, The Rock
She.
In her life
she tried so hard
never ever asking for any rewards
her parents pushed
for realistic things,
not asking about her plan,
just hopin' for "ca-ching"
In 1979 she went to college
changed her major a couple times
but it was worth it
She taught for a year
and got a ring a ding from California software
flew out there and stayed for her twenties
but after a while said I'm going home to mommy
Her.
She.
In 1993, she heard wedding bells
Let's build a life
moved to Maryland with dad 'cuz he did sales
opened up her own dance studio
truthfully, she always knew she would
Moved back to Connecticut four years later
She was always pulled there for worse or for better
Taught with another studio
Then was offered to take over
Who could say no?
So here we go now...
Her.
Him.
Dream.
In 1997, "It's a girl!"
Four short years later, "It's another girl!"
"Carly looks like you and Jess looks like me!"
We're a great family.
She.
He.
Them.
We.
Dream.
Reality.
In 2010, new studio again
the dream lives on
this time a little smaller
but still staying strong.
In 2015, her landlord has a new tenant
he said pack your bags, good luck!
Two months later, she found a space.
She never gave up.
Yes!!! Finally! Now renovate.
Advertise.
Paint.
Persuade old students and new so it thrives.
This woman.
Full force, into her dream.
My rock.
My awesome.
Truly awesome.
Her children will hopefully take a hint from her story.
Her.
Him.
They.
We.
Dream.
Reality.
New Adventure.
Awesome.
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