So, last weekend I went to a Pamper Party. A Pamper Party is when your friend, who decided to become a Mary Kay consultant, invites people over to drink wine and buy things. The morning of the Pamper Party, I said to my husband, "I will not buy ANYTHING." The afternoon of the Pamper Party, I said to my mother and sister over FaceTime, "I will not buy ANYTHING." I'm sure you can see where this is going. 7:30PM rolls around. My toddler daughter is asleep in her crib bathed in the soft glow of her nightlight and the steady sound of her white noise machine. My husband is sprawled on the couch, bathed in the blue lights of the television and his laptop, both of which are tuned into different sporting events. I am walking downstairs to my friend's unit. I am the second to arrive. The wine is being opened. Introductions are made. When the fourth and final mother (we are all mothers) arrives, we go down to the basement. Let the pampering begin. We are ...
Bravo! I love your poem and that you’re raising your daughter to find her voice. I’m a Warren supporter, too. My Day 1 slice is about canvassing. Think I’ll leave my Warren signs up a while.
ReplyDeleteI read that one - the lasagna crisis! LOL! Thank you for canvassing!
DeleteGood! When you find your own voice, you can choose when you want to speak up and when you want to be quiet.
ReplyDeleteHoping women will still speak up and help bring a new administration in even though the candidates have dropped out of the presidential race. .. and that they have influential positions in that new administration ... as women keep participating, the day for a woman as president will surely come.... one who has been raised to be loud.
I enjoyed this piece so much--the contrast between how you were raised to be quiet and how you love how your daughter has such a loud voice and isn't afraid to use it. I'm really sad about Warren too.
ReplyDeleteVoices can change over time, for sure. Of course, they can also be modeled, taught, inherited.
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