I wish someone had clued me in 25 years ago! All this time I should have been sipping cocoa and watching reality TV!
Hilary Rosen, who has visited the Obama White House some 35 times (General Petraeus has visited nine times) and is a top democratic strategist, doesn’t like Mitt Romney. Shocking, I know.
Today, she aimed to take out Ann Romney. Of Mrs. Romney — who chose to stay home to raise her five boys — Rosen said, “Guess what? His wife has actually never worked a day in her life!”
I have spent the day fuming over Rosen’s snide remark, just as I did from Hillary Clinton’s years ago. These women have no clue. And that’s putting it kindly.
But just to be clear, I didn’t choose the “luxury” of staying home because we were wealthy (and had a nanny and cook and maid). I stayed home — three weeks away from my college graduation and when Sam was in graduate school — when we were dirt poor. We sacrificed incredibly so that we could raise our own children.
Why? Because no matter what other interesting, fulfilling, cool, awesome things are out there, no one on earth can tell me any job, any career, any position, any cause that is more important than a living, breathing human being.
As I write this post, I am sitting in the pediatric intensive care unit at Utah Valley Regional Medical Center with my 11-year-old son, Samson. I’ve been here since Saturday night (it’s Thursday night now).
I’m here because he is of incomparable worth. I’m here because there is nothing that trumps the value of human life — of his life. And for me — and Ann Romney and hoards of other stay-at-home moms — that value isn’t just when they are terribly ill.
It isn’t some bogus notion of “quality time” worked around a hectic personal fulfillment schedule. It’s quantity. It’s every single day. It’s when they need you, not when you can pencil them in.
Instead of continuing to take crap from such women, from now on I intend to ask them what it is about their jobs that is more valuable than their own children.