Happy Mother’s Day
I have succeeded in raising four functioning adults. As much as I’d like to fine tune my children, they don’t need me too. Nor do I really want to. Actually, that’s not true. I so do want to. But I know it wouldn’t be good for them or me. Now what? Saturday, at Wild Pines, the covenant group I belong to, we discussed describing our life in one sentence. Both as an epitaph and as a guiding light. My first thought was about my role and goals as a mom. However, that was just one section of my life. Yes, a very important section of my life, but just a section. There was a before, and now, an after. Even when I was young, I was a feminist. I was appalled that my Sunday School teacher, who attended divinity school, couldn’t be an ordained minister because she was she not he. I quit working for Georgia Life Insurance when I realized I would never be moved to management. Only men did, even though I handled the Georgia Power account, normally the first step on the ladder to the C-sui...