Being a stay-at-home mother I receive no salary for the work I do.
Ask anyone about the task and art of mothering and they will most probably say, “Hardest job in the world? Mothers work incredibly hard. They are the backbone of society.”
One man on an airplane piloted by a female pilot went as far as to write and leave a note stating, ‘ … with the shortage of mothers women should not be piloting planes.’”
I do not condone or agree with his actions and he’s using semantics to argue a point from the wrong perspective.
Perhaps there is a shortage of mothers. But every woman has the right to choose her line of work and whether that will include raising children.
Incidentally, the female pilot about whom he wrote is both a mother and wife along working as a pilot.
In my eyes she is working three jobs, whereas this man, and the author of the note, using poor spelling and grammar, identified himself as a male.
I wonder where he feels unseen and/or does not feel recognized for his work.
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An hour after texting our daughter that we loved her beyond any trimester grades she might receive, I received a text from her stating, “Thanks mom. I really needed that. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I responded.
Perhaps that is what this life is about, our need to feel seen, valued and loved for being and doing what no one but we, I, you–our youngest daughter–can accomplish.
No one can take the place of our youngest daughter. She holds that position in our family and in my heart. It is hers forever and a day.
Likewise, no grades can ever measure the love I hold for her being who she is.
Her identity and personality are unique. No one can claim them.
No grades can ever measure, attach or add value to them.
She is complete as she is, as the universe and higher forces rendered her to us.
This is what I wanted her to know.
This is what I believe concerning all people who inhabit this planet called Earth.
If only we could see and behold each other as the beautiful creations that exist within us, that we are evolving into and will one day become.
Perhaps the hope of peace might draw nearer and descend as reality.