Like many others I am a registered voter and a citizen who wants greatness not only to flourish in the United States of America, but in countries all over the world. I am also a political junkie who makes a point of listening to both parties and their respective cases for why they believe they are best equipped to lead. That’s right. Call me a glutton for punishment.
Tonight I tuned into the Republican National Convention to listen to you. (Full text of the Ann Romney speech). We both grew up in the Detroit suburbs. In the small world department, your sister-in-law chaperoned a few of my girl scout outings. I waited at the bus stop with some of your nieces and nephews. I was open to hearing what you had to say … that is until you made it clear that you had no interest in actually talking to me. In fact, you made me wonder if you even recognize that women like me exist.
“I want to talk to you about that love so deep only a mother can fathom it — the love we have for our children and our children’s children.”
Ooookay, I love damned deeply and I’m not a mother, but I’ll give you some poetic license here. What else have you got for us viewers? I’m all ears.
“It’s the moms who always have to work a little harder, to make everything right.”
Hey, uh, news flash: Some of us non-moms work pretty freakin’ hard to make things right in the world around us. What’s going on here, Ann? While you make a point to address …
“The parents who lie awake at night side by side, wondering how they’ll be able to pay the mortgage or make the rent; the single dad who’s working extra hours tonight, so that his kids can buy some new clothes to go back to school, can take a school trip or play a sport, so his kids can feel… like the other kids. And the working moms who love their jobs but would like to work just a little less to spend more time with the kids…”
Helllooooo. Come on, Ann, you are totally ignoring those of us who also work hard to pay our mortgages and our local taxes to support education, and contribute to the children in our lives, those of us who participate and support our community to make it a safe and good place to live, who worry about our parents, siblings and nieces and nephews, friends and neighbors. No words of encouragement or any acknowledgment at all??
“It’s the moms of this nation — single, married, widowed — who really hold this country together.”
“You know it’s true, don’t you?”
No, Ann, that’s NOT true. There are a lot of people who hold this country together who are not moms. I know many women who work very hard on behalf of those in their lives. I also know more than a few men who more than pull their own weight. Why the need to elevate the moms as more deserving of your praise?
“You’re the ones who always have to do a little more.”
Come again, Ann?
“You know what it’s like to work a little harder during the day to earn the respect you deserve at work and then come home to help with that book report which just has to be done.”
We all have to earn respect, Ann. It’s what the working world demands. And after work what about those who are not parents who volunteer or offer their time and emotional support to others? Their contributions don’t merit a mention?
“You know what those late night phone calls with an elderly parent are like and the long weekend drives just to see how they’re doing.”
Um, I do know what that’s like — as do my sisters who also are not mothers.
“You are the best of America.
You are the hope of America.
There would not be an America without you.
Tonight, we salute you and sing your praises.”
And the rest of us? Oh, wait, I get it. It’s like Mother’s Day. We are expected to sit quietly because when it’s time to pander and cater to the crowd, it’s all about cheering the moms! Go ahead, Ann, pat yourself on the back — five sons and 18 grandchildren. You are one fertile myrtle.
Funny thing, I remember your sister-in-law being a bit more inclusive. That was the 1970s, though, when we were encouraged to value all women — not just the moms.