so, this is why women needed liberating.

[Closet Funk]

That's old school. Those days are over with imo. I don't believe in one person doing everything. I could imagine some relationships where the guy would come home and expect dinner to be sitting on the table and a bath ran. That's lazy shit. Yea it's nice but to expect it everyday is rediculous. I just see a relationship being where we could both do our own things but help each other out.

 

[Guest]

Being a Mom

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions
that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family." "We're taking a
survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous
vacations."

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to
decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in
childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of
childbearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an
emotionalwound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper
without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash,
every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving
children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child
die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think
that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her
to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of
"Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moments
hesitation. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years
she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by
motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be
going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's
sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from
running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be
routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room
rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That
right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues
of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect
that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-gues s
herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to
assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will
never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important,
will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself
up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more
years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish
theirs.

I want her to know that a caesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will
become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband
will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how
much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who
never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will
fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women
throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice, and drunk
driving. I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child
learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby
who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want
her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed
in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across
thetable, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her,
and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into
this most wonderful of callings.

Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends
who may someday be Moms. May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart.

 

[Guest]

How about a joke to lighten things up. Why don't women need licenses? Because there's no road from the kitchen to the....ok that one's probably in poor taste.

hahahahahaahahhaah lmao. my wife would love that joke. actually shed probly get pissed but hey i got the license and i dont see her driving around

 

[Nifty]

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[pieceofmyheart]

Wow lorain.
I wish my mother felt like that about me!
There aren't many mothers like you any more. I was more of an inconvenient mistake and boy does she make sure I know it!

Awww, I hate to hear that for you. I cannot imagine making my kids feel like that. That makes me feel sad.

 

[Digit]

1955!!!? :O :EEK:

 

[SpacedCWBY]

I agree it would be nice for mom's to be stay-at-home moms.......Is it worse for the kid to grow up in debt? or is it worse for the kid to grow up in a daycare or preschool while mommy is out busting her butt to provide a better future for the kid? Seems like a catch 22 almost nowadays

Especially with the price of day care! $120 a week around here. Usually $150, but we got a really good referal.

I like that top pic though - as degrading as it may be (as if I'm one to talk), it does show us all just how much society can change in such a short time.

We'll all be smoking pot legally before we die at this rate. Well, except you old farts.

I like the traditional family model. People stayed together longer, kids were respectful. And us men didn't have to worry about that bitch of a boss being on the rag and almost worse, being on a power trip.