Dad Out To Eat With Son Notices Something Oddly Familiar About Waitress

Being a parent is hard work, and things get ten times harder if you find yourself becoming a single parent. Not only do you have to raise your children on your own, but you also need to deal with paying the bills on one income and making sure that everything in the home is in working order. Sean Whalen is one man who had to learn at a young age how traumatic a bitter divorce can be. After his parents had an intense fight, Whalen remembers returning home with his mother and his little brother just to find that their father had changed the locks. After that, his family was left to fend for themselves.

Now, Whalen is a single parent himself so he understands more than anyone what it took for his mother to raise him and his brother. One night Whalen had decided to take his son out to dinner at a Chinese restaurant. While they were eating, Whalen, after engaging in some small talk, learned that their waitress was a single mother. While the two continued eating their meal, Whalen began to feel like there was something strangely familiar about the waitress. And then it hit him: she reminded him very much of his own mother. Whalen decided in that moment that he wanted to do something special for her before he left the restaurant. So, Whalen left the waitress a $100 cash tip. Then, Whalen wrote a touching post which has since been shared on the Love What Matters Facebook page. Here is how it goes:

“The day my parents split up is forever etched in my mind. Me and dad get into a big fight. Me, mom and my little brother take off cause my dad is going nuts. We stayed at a hotel that night. When we came back the next day my dad had changed the locks. I watched my mom plead with him through the door to let us in to get clothes etc. He wouldn’t. We had to go back later that day with a police escort. I’ll never forget the cops handing me a black trash bag saying I had 10 minutes to take the necessities. I loaded up all the clothes I could fit into the bag, and that was the last time I ever stepped foot into the house I was raised in. No baseball trophies. None of my 10,000 baseball cards. None of my stuff. Hell, I left my pet turtle. Me, mom and my little brother moved into a little condo … People from the church brought over pots, pans, couches, beds, and food. My dad cashed out the bank and literally left my mom with the money in her pocket … No family around. No real support other than strangers from church. I only began to realize what mom went through working multiple jobs when I became a single parent.

I never understood when I was younger the grind and effort she put in for me and my little brother. She hustled … She did everything she could so that my brother and I had everything we ever wanted. But she worked man. Hard. I still to this day don’t know how she did it. I have no idea how she didn’t throw in the towel at times. I would have. I remember vividly walking past her room countless nights seeing her on her knees praying. I can only fathom what those conversations were like between her and God. I can only fathom the amount of tears that poured down this sweet woman’s face as she pleaded with God for a break. I have felt some intense pain in my day. I’ve questioned many things, but this single mom with two boys never gave up. She never one time gave up.

Tonight as my son and I sat at this little … Chinese joint we love, there was a new waitress. She stuck out like a sore thumb. The owners are Chinese. The workers are Chinese. And this little white waitress. She was absolutely fantastic and kept complimenting my son on his manners. We ate our dinner. Over small talk and water refills, I got the sense that this single mom didn’t want to be there, but had to be there and she was doing her best to smile. It tore my heart out. I thought of my mom, and I saw the same hustle in this woman that I saw in my mom. A single mom. Maybe by choice. Maybe not. But working on a Wednesday night to ensure she can put food on the table and shoes on the kids feet. Not for opulence. Not for status. But to live. To hopefully be able to provide the things for her kids that will put a smile on their face. I empathized for her.

I felt her pain. I kept thinking of my mom and how difficult it is for a single woman to go from home maker, to bread winner. I can’t even begin to understand what that must be like for some moms. I know my tip won’t pay her rent. I know my tip won’t pay for kids braces. I know my tip won’t keep the fridge full. But I hoped tonight in some way it might put a smile on her face, and she can go home to her babies happier than when she left them. I don’t know her whole story. I don’t need to.

I felt tonight that maybe along the way someone did this for my mom, and that’s what kept her going on nights she wanted to quit. I don’t know. I’ll likely never know. But I do know this. I have been blessed beyond measure, and my mother paved the way for my persistence. She showed me how to bounce back. She showed me what work and effort is. I hope this small gesture with my son tonight brightens this woman’s life so she can wake up tomorrow and fight a good fight. Single moms who grind…. RESPECT. You are beautiful and your posterity will learn from your efforts. They are watching you. Just as I watched my mom. Mom I love you. You are my hero.”

[Source/America Now]

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