The World on My Shoulders

My children and I had a bad day today and I, true to form, will lose sleep over the mistakes I made--mistakes that will surely alter the rest of their life. What did I change in them today, what did I chip away in my fit of anger and why do I bear this burden alone?

Tomorrow will be different and I will praise their every move--be sure to let them know how truly fantastic I think they are--their gifts, their contributions, their presence in this world. A mother's work is never done--cliche, yet like all cliches, it sums the situation best.

I am alone with myself as I sit here at my computer--alone at last but alas, I'm not alone at all. I'm still mom and I'm still "on" in my head, working for them as I contemplate how best to right the wrongs of today and love my children the way they deserve to be loved as I swim against the current of society.

If Mothers Mattered

If mothers mattered, the world would not be so indifferent to what takes place in the home, day in and day out.

If mothers mattered, EVERY business would have onsite daycare.

If mothers mattered, we would not have stay-at-home mothers and working mothers--we would recognize that ALL mothers are working mothers whether they chose to spend their energies inside the home, outside the home or some combination of both.

If mothers mattered, welfare would not be in a degenerative state, rather, we would have a system in place that compensates mothers for the work they do in the home out of respect and admiration.

If mothers mattered, I would not have to explain gaps in my resume, rather, I would only need to show pictures of my children as evidence of how I have spent my time.

If mothers mattered, child support enforcement would trump the payback of federal student loans and deadbeats would pay with their own liberty for daring to hinder the work of mother.