My mom was born in Mexico to parents who never went to school, and whose first home had a dirt floor and cardboard roof. When she was seven, her mother (my Abuela) became a single mother. When my mom was 12, she came to the U.S., not speaking a word of English.
None of these circumstances stopped her from graduating high school and building a family. She was married, had me and my younger sister, and at 27 she quit her full time job and started working part-time while she went to college.
I was 10 when she graduated with her degree in Business Administration & Accounting. She passed the Certified Public Accountant’s exam, but didn’t become a CPA because she wanted to be self-employed immediately.
Thanks to my parent’s tireless efforts and my mom’s excellent grasp on personal finance, I had everything I could ever need growing up. I’m not even offended if someone calls me “spoiled”. We had the houses, cars, nannies, vacations, and lots of other indulgences which I mention not to brag, but to show how far my mom has come.