Wednesday, November 11, 2009


I never quite understood why my mother got so mad at us when we didn't rush to the dinner table when she called. She would yell until her voice grew hoarse. I thought she was playing game with us. The last person to the table wins. Usually, my dad or I would win.

I never quite understood why my mother would come home moody. She would make a loud raucous while wrestling with the pile of unwashed dishes in the sink. I thought she was creating her own rock and roll band.

I never quite understood why chauvinistic men think they should be treated like kings.

You cook.

You do the dishes.

I've worked all day. I deserve to rest.

The world from their perspective is so narrow, it's almost like playing a game of Where's Waldo?; so caught up in themselves, they don't even notice the people around them.

WAKE UP! Modern women work too.

Dear Mom,

I'm sorry. You've warn me when I was younger that being a woman is hard but I never understood. Playing the roles of a mother, wife, daughter, daughter-in-law, sibling, and career woman all seemed the same to me.

Now that I'm older and wiser, my world has also gotten bigger. I notice the wrinkles on your hands are from washing too many dishes. The callus on your feet are from walking the distance to get us what we wanted. We didn't deserve the prize. We're not worthy of your grand heart.

I know you've worked so hard to pave a better path for us.

You come first in my life. Next comes my search for a good man.

Wish me luck.

Slather with lots of Lotion and Love,

Your Daughter

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