If my father were taking a big new job in another city, if I were going to have to leave my friends, start a new school, have my every movement watched by millions and know that every time I turned on the TV, that someone would be saying something disparaging about my mom and dad, I could sure use a mother. My mother, an independent business owner in her early 20′s, who made her money on her own and traveled alone in South America and Mexico in the early 1940′s decided that she wanted to marry the man she loved and have children. Like almost every career decision, that meant compromise, and she happily chose to change her focus from her business to her children. I know that part of my father’s success was based on close counsel with a smart woman and not having to worry about how his children were being cared for. I can’t imagine who I would rather have providing the support for two children who had little voice in sharing their father with a desperate world and the man who courageously has offered to lead it.
What is wrong with some of you?
