The San Francisco Chronicle ran a piece on inspiring mothers--examples: Cher, Hilary Clinton, Tina Fey. I hate to sound like a crotchedy old fart (though I am growing more so every day), but please give me a fucking break. Inspiring from what? Most of them became mothers after they became fabulously wealthy. How fucking hard can that be--personal nannies, house cleaners, private schools. I don't begrudge these people their success and they all are probably wonderful mothers. But inspirational?
You want inspirational? How about my Mom, raising three kids, most of it while living month to month financially, watching two different places her husband worked go out of business and having to uproot and move to unknown cities and states, and beating breast cancer, to boot? How about my ex-wife, also living paycheck to paycheck while raising two kids and working to get her doctorate? Or my Beautiful Girl also living paycheck to paycheck, watching her good job go away due to no fault of her own and raising a child with ADHD and run of the mill medical insurance?
Those people are inspirational because they kept fighting the good fight despite not having a silver spoon in their mouths. They made, and are making, a difference despite the odds. It might not be on fucking TV, but it's every bit as important and one whole hell of a lot harder.
Peace,
emaycee
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