To moms and moms who aren't and will be or maybe just do what moms do.
Priceless: "Mom didn't talk a lot about her politics outside our family, though if someone else brought it up, she was quick to state and defend her point of view. When our neighbor trashed Geraldine Ferraro in 1984, she made sure he could see the Mondale-Ferraro yard sign from his window. When the election was over, she put the sign in a basement window, facing his house (I'm pretty sure it's still there.)"
A Mother's Day Tribute to Strong Women
'Strong women raised me.'
"They taught me to be independent, to think for myself. They taught me to read books, newspapers and magazines other than Cosmo and Woman's Day. They expected me to be a professional, to have a career.
I'm not sure I appreciated all they did for me until my middle age. I certainly didn't tell them how thankful I was for my upbringing. Now, only one of them is left. This is for her. And for those who are gone. And for the person who brought us together.
My mom grew up a Southern Baptist on a farm in middle Tennessee, the only one of four children to graduate from high school. She lit off to Nashville, attending the sort of "business school" women went to in the 1940s and '50s, then she took a job at General Shoe Co. as a keypunch operator. She wore beautiful clothes, bought a nice car, and sometimes alluded to the fun city social life she led."
Priceless: "Mom didn't talk a lot about her politics outside our family, though if someone else brought it up, she was quick to state and defend her point of view. When our neighbor trashed Geraldine Ferraro in 1984, she made sure he could see the Mondale-Ferraro yard sign from his window. When the election was over, she put the sign in a basement window, facing his house (I'm pretty sure it's still there.)"
A Mother's Day Tribute to Strong Women
'Strong women raised me.'
"They taught me to be independent, to think for myself. They taught me to read books, newspapers and magazines other than Cosmo and Woman's Day. They expected me to be a professional, to have a career.
I'm not sure I appreciated all they did for me until my middle age. I certainly didn't tell them how thankful I was for my upbringing. Now, only one of them is left. This is for her. And for those who are gone. And for the person who brought us together.
My mom grew up a Southern Baptist on a farm in middle Tennessee, the only one of four children to graduate from high school. She lit off to Nashville, attending the sort of "business school" women went to in the 1940s and '50s, then she took a job at General Shoe Co. as a keypunch operator. She wore beautiful clothes, bought a nice car, and sometimes alluded to the fun city social life she led."