Women’s rights. Seriously, when I
was younger I thought that this was a great idea. Be equal to men, earn what they did, be
independent and bring home the bacon.
You can do it all – raise a family, fix the car, volunteer, cook, clean,
pay the bills – and for what? My
question now is, where did we go wrong?
It seems to me that in the last 25 to 30 years our children have grown
up alone, with no moral figures and no one to cling to when things get
rough. I say this in view of where I
grew up, which is mainly rural. When I
was a kid it wasn’t the norm to have friends whose parents were divorced. In fact, when my best friend told me her
parents were getting one we were really worried that we might not be friends
anymore. I didn’t know anyone else whose
biological parents weren’t together.
Using the term biological was usually reserved for adopted kids. I was probably nine or ten before I found out
my own dad had been divorced and that my older brother and sisters were really
my half siblings. I was told to keep it
quiet, the whole neighborhood didn’t need to know.
My mother worked. I’m pretty sure
she did part time work for a while and then full time when my dad had his heart
attack. I know she was home every day
when I was a kid getting off the school bus.
We would walk in the door, drop our school bags on the floor, sit down
and have snack and she would ask us how our day was. Then we would run and change, do our chores,
homework, eat dinner when dad got home, play and go to bed. Dad would tuck us in and listen to our
prayers. Mom would get her tea and some
quiet time with a book or a TV show.
I look back now and I realize I had an idyllic childhood, not unlike
something out of the Andy Griffith Show.
Our neighbors kept an eye on us when mom and dad might not be around,
whether we knew it or not. Someone
called my mom when she saw me smoking in town when I was fifteen. When I got home she was ready for me. I still have no idea who told, but I knew
someone was watching.
We went to church as a family too.
I hated it, but every Sunday and church holiday, there we were. Dad sang in the choir and he had an awesome
voice. I still love the church songs and
I can still hear him in my mind singing them.
Mom always did the church groups and fund raisers. They helped people and modeled the life they
wanted us to live.
My mom didn’t march on Washington.
She kept a good clean home, she made great meals from nothing, she read
to us, fixed our hurts, monitored our television and our mouths, warned us of our
actions and promptly punished us when warnings were ignored. She taught us the lessons we needed to learn
and gave us room to make mistakes. She
was there.
It seems now, in this day and age, that we have the right to be
everything except good mothers. Sure
there are some out there that get to stay home with their kids and live that
life that a lot of us had, but there are a lot more that have to work to make
ends meet. There are a lot of single
moms out there, by choice, that
wanted it all and get home after a long day of school or work or both and just
don’t get in the time that they want with their child(ren). We’ve lost the right to raise our children in
a two parent home, where one of us gets to stay home and take care of things on
the “home front”. The “home front” is
now the “war zone” where we have to fight for time for dinner, for sports, for
clubs, etc. Our babysitter is the
television with hundreds of channels or the internet with unlimited avenues or
video games. We had three TV stations –
we were told to go outside and find something to do or something would be found
for us. We had to use our
imagination.
Having our mom there gave us that.
She didn’t have to feel guilty about wanting to be there for us because
she didn’t have to have it “all”. What I
don’t think she realized, and a lot of American women didn’t realize, was that
they did have it all. They had the best
of it because they had a choice. They
could go out and work, or they could stay home.
There’s no choice now, not unless one is very wealthy or chooses to live
very simply.
In my heart I believe the women’s rights movement did a lot for
women. We got the vote, we’ve passed
some laws, we can get out and work in jobs traditionally held by men. But socially, I feel it has broken down the
family. There was a reason women were
nurturers and men were the providers.
There was a reason we held those roles.
I wish we could go back. Just
have a taste, see if the flavor is just as sweet as when I was growing up. I know this piece has rambled, but I guess my
point is this, by gaining all of these rights, women have lost the biggest
right we had – to be a parent. By losing
our time to everything else we’ve lost that right and in doing so we are seeing
a chain reaction in the loss of a cohesive society and a rise in violence. Let’s give children back their two parent
households with their moms at home. I
bet it makes a huge difference in twenty years time.
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