When I was 12, my daddy had a heart attack. All three of my brothers were off in the military, and Daddy was out of work for a long time. We lost our family station wagon, and we were about an inch away from losing our home. One day, I walked into my mother’s room and found her crying. She said, “We are not going to lose this house.” She wiped her eyes, blew her nose, and pulled on her best dress – the one she wore to funerals and graduations. At 50 years old, she walked down the street and got her first paying job: answering the phones at Sears. That minimum wage job saved our home, and my mother saved our family. I learned in that moment how mothers do what needs to be done to fight back. Whether you’re a mother or grandmother like me, or you plan to celebrate or remember the special women in your life, I hope you and your loved ones have a very happy Mother’s Day.