"...[M]y friend stopped me and told me that I love my motherhood too much, that I’m more than “a breeder” and that I put the feminist revolution back decades. She ended by telling me that I’m more than a mother."
I would love to put the feminist revolution back decades--back to the time when those women who wanted the vote also knew the value of their own mothering; back in the day when they weren't jealous of men, didn't want to be men or vilify men, they simply wanted an equal voice in decision making as women; back before they would betray their own offspring by first dehumanizing their own unborn children and then by legalizing feticide as contraception; back when feminity wasn't be-smirched by the tawdry brush of promiscuous feminism, before the feminist became the new tyrant oppressor of women (like me) who love our husbands, love being mothers and homemakers, and who don't appreciate other women telling us that it's wrong to make raising our children our full-time career.
Is there any work more noble, than that of mother? No, there simply is not.
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