Mother's Day, Clearly
As I hear more and more friends' life stories, I appreciate my parents more and more. My mother is hugely responsible for me being me, from writing in-character in a journal of mine when I was six (she did it when I was asleep) to homeschooling me (and serving on the board of the secular homeschooling association in the process). She was a full-time homemaker for about thirteen years (which, by the way, is thought to represent about $138K worth of value created and not paid for), but has also worked in schools, public radio, and other projects. She started doing triathlons in her 40s. She quilts (I have an enormous tigery quilt from her) and as her tastes in crafts moved along, dragged me and my siblings through knitting, tie-dyeing, and needlepoint. Shockingly, she's also responsible for me being a feminist.
As recorded elsewhere (
cargoweasel reposts a fiery poem, the denizens of Shakesville weigh in, and
zingarella had a really sizzlin' post on What Is the Patriarchy a while back), Mother's Day has things to dislike about it. I have all those things in mind, too. I also have in mind chatting with my mom over breakfast and mimosas and thinking about how she's put half of her life into shaping four functional human beings out of her kids.
As recorded elsewhere (
cargoweasel reposts a fiery poem, the denizens of Shakesville weigh in, and
zingarella had a really sizzlin' post on What Is the Patriarchy a while back), Mother's Day has things to dislike about it. I have all those things in mind, too. I also have in mind chatting with my mom over breakfast and mimosas and thinking about how she's put half of her life into shaping four functional human beings out of her kids.