Posted by
Conservative Soldier on Thursday, May 08, 2008 4:39:41 PM
By The Conservative Soldier:
As Mother's Day approaches, I am thankful for my mother, for her enduring, positive influence on my life and on countless other people of all ages over the decades. I am thankful that, at 77, she remains a pre-school teacher in a school owned by an equally healthy 78-year-old woman and family friend. It is comforting to know that Mom is infusing these little guys and gals with love, happiness and human decency, qualities they will carry with them unknowingly in the years to come.
I am thankful and blessed to have a mother to wrap my arms around on Sunday, a mother with whom to bicker about preparing the feast and doing the dishes.
And I am really, really thankful for all of the people my dear, sweet mother is not. That she is not:
Madame Speaker Nancy Pelosi (left). Hillary Clinton. Jane Fonda. Barbara Walters. Dianne Feinstein. Gloria Steinham. Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Arianna Huffington. Now there's a roster from hell if I've ever seen one.
I am most certain many of the aforementioned have children who love and adore them, who share my gratitude this Mother's Day. But that's part of the problem. They have children and grandchildren who might very well some day aspire to be them! So the cycle of femi-liberal madness will go on unabated.
Dennis Miller on his brilliant talk radio show this morning expressed surprise and dismay that the attractive, intelligent Chelsea Clinton is still up there on the campaign stump with her mom, Hillary, even as Sen. Clinton rambles on about electibility and experience and her connection to the downtrodden. "I would have thought she might get it more than she does," Miller remarked.
And then Miller's hilarious sidekick, Sal, suggested maybe Chelsea had been brainwashed at birth, and can be placed in campaign zombie, wave-and-smile mode merely by the snap of a finger or the utterance of a secret word.
Chelsea can rightly argue that she did not ask to be the daughter of the President of the United States -- and it's a wonder she is, given that Bill Clinton might have easily never gotten around to a night of passion with Hillary, for both the obvious reason and because he was probably "overbooked" most nights as his state trooper convoy snaked its way in and around Little Rock diners and hotels. Chelsea might say she did not ask to be the daughter of a political animal like Hillary Clinton, whose thirst for power knows no bounds.
But despite all of that, Chelsea might feel obligated to forgive Dad and lend moral and emotional support to Mom. (And, the way it's going, after the Clintons blow through their $104 million, Chels may be hit up for financial support, as well).
And that's the scariest part. We all know how it feels to love your Mom. You don't agree on everything, you don't want to hang out with her all day, every day. But no matter what is simmering inside you, no matter how significantly your values and beliefs and aspirations might run counter to hers, you go along and get along because Mom deserves it, at the very least. Human nature being what it is, many adult children never tell Moms (and Dads) what they need to hear, never challenge their ideas or decisions, because, well, it's too hard. Chelsea Clinton might think her Mom's candidacy is becoming a joke, but Hillary will never hear it pass through her daughter's lips.
On Mother's Day, if your Mom is with you, in body or spirit, pause to be thankful. Especially if she is a woman who put her family ahead of all else, who taught her children how to be decent human beings, who did not wallow in self pity because of the world's gender inequalities, who did not look to government and entitlement programs to get her through life, who did not contemplate ever, not for one day, membership in a labor union, who did not lean against feminism's crutch.
That's the kind of mom the world never will stop needing. And, hopefully, cherishing.