Break the Mold

Inspiration, Motivational

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One of the coolest things I heard about my mother recently came from a woman who went to school with her.

Something my mom was most proud of was the fact that she had been a cheerleader in high school. It was an accomplishment that she’d often work into conversations – “Want to come over for supper Thursday night? I’ll make Spaghetti. You know, that was one of my favorite meals when I was a cheerleader…..” She was a real character, no doubt about it.

Well, I had never realized it, but when my mom was in school things were pretty much the same as they are now. Her former classmate was telling me how it was usually the same group of well-to-do kids who got to do the coolest things in school. The sons and daughters of doctors, lawyers, etc. Those who had parents who commanded attention commanded attention in school. Apparently there was a clique of them and they were the ones who were “into” all of the school activities. They ran the show. Everyone else? They watched from the sidelines.

My mom was one of 5 children and they were very poor. Forget having a wardrobe of clothes to choose from for school – my mom, her brothers, and her sister were doing well when they had three outfits to change up. There was a lot of laughter, a lot of hard work, and a lot of love, there just wasn’t a lot of anything else.

Mom always loved sports and lived to have fun, so being a cheerleader must have seemed like an obvious option for her. Seems no one told her that one of the poorest girls in school wouldn’t stand a chance. Wearing her best smile and dosed up with all the confidence she could muster, she tried out. She made the squad, and what a moment that must have been for her! As the lady told me, in doing so, mom “Broke the mold.” She said, “All the rest of us were so proud of her and so happy that we got it into our heads that we could do anything too!”

Good for mom!

Make each moment count double and remember: Molds were made for breaking!
~Joi

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