My mentor is my foster mom. I lived with my foster family for just over one year when I was 15 years old, but I was stubborn and independent. I learned so much from her, like what a mom was supposed to be like.
But the one thing that stands out was on a visit to her when my marriage was still fairly new. (This was before I had heard of you Dr. Laura.) We were sitting outside chatting, the men were inside. Apparently I was complaining about my husband because she said “Don’t you ever say anything nice about your husband?” Dr. Laura, I didn’t even know I was complaining. It was just standard for me to be negative about men, and to gripe about my husband. It came natural.
I took that under serious advisement and made a concerted effort to find nice things to say about him to others. I found that I started liking and loving him more. My youth had set me up to hate men. My foster mom – my mentor – taught me that men are good. And mine is the greatest!
When I found you, it just added to my learning. I love my foster mom and dad. They are my real family to me.