Hillary Rewrites Mothers Day [Updated]
by linfar, Sat May 10, 2008 at 11:16:01 AM EDT
I have two Mothers Day cards ready for tomorrow. One is from me and one is from Duffy, my mother's dog, because our four legged friends give holiday cards in our family.
A one pound box of Sees Candy will accompany the cards, another Mother's Day tradition started by my Dad some 50 years ago. And he always took my Mom, out to eat--usually to one of His favorite restaurants--but she would merely laugh at him.
My parents weren't alone, of course. The National Restaurant Association says that Mother's Day is the biggest holiday for dining out and close to three and a half million dollars will be spent in restaurants tomorrow.
I also just found out that Mother's Day was first celebrated in Grafton, West Virginia on May 10, 1908. Whatever that first celebration was supposed to represent exactly is unclear, but since then we have sentimentalized Mothers Day to an astonishing degree.
Cards and flowers and noble poems about the beauty of mothers and their hard work on behalf of the rest of us, now mark the occasion. Three billion dollars will be spent on flowers alone.
So, yes, it is true Mother's Day has become a sentimentalized Hallmark and Sees kind of day when we give lip service and candy to our Moms glossing over the more unsentimental aspects of the job. Dirty diapers and runny noses, not enough money and going without, hopes for something better and dreams deferred to the next generation.
And then along came Hillary Rodham Clinton.
Where did this woman come from? Overnight it seems she has turned into an unsentimentalized American mother and hero who inspires literally half the country. She is also a living testament to the fortitude and gritty commitment so many mothers display-- but not so famously.
I have supported Hill from day one in her fight for the nomination of her party. I have called and sent money and proudly put a bumper sticker on the back of my car--in a notoriously Republican part of Southern California so in my head I had to say; `road rage be damned, I will have my say.'
I have watched every debate. Can you believe it? And I rejected offers of companionship at these televised visitations because I wanted without fear to be able to scream or cry. I have also been heard to talk back to the TV, and I didn't want to be inhibited in that regard either. So I sat alone and she astonished me each and every time. As I look back over her performances now, they were damn near perfect. But I would be lying if I said I didn't approach each debate with my heart in my throat praying that she would not appear uninformed or get slammed by the guys and that the debate moderators would be fair. How I grew to hate the MSNBC inquisitors and their slimy assaults. Thank you Saturday Night Live.
I think at this point it would not be hard for me to say, "Yo, Hill, this is a little more accurate about your view of Health Care." Because by now I know her political positions better than she does. And I have written diary after diary after diary on a political blog where I have been insulted, screamed at, called a racist, and other vile names including a troll--it doesn't mean that little guy who advertises for Travelocity--it means a slimeball who goes onto websites to make trouble.
I am none of those things. I am a woman who has fought for women's rights her whole live. I am a woman who once sat in a factory in Ithaca New York and wanted to tear it apart brick by brick as she remembered her mother's life eaten up by the numbing, mind stealing, life sapping work of putting the same 5 parts together on an assembly line for Grayson Heat Control. She did this for eight hours a day, five days a week, year in, and year out until her dreams become memories, and then they were nowhere to be found at all. I knew those dreams well, and I saw them eaten alive by a world that counts women's dreams less than anyone else's.
So Hillary Clinton's dream electrifies me. Where does her grit come from? All the Mother's Day cards in the world cannot begin to tell women, mothers, and little girls plus all the men, fathers and little boys who love them what it means to be a WOMAN better than Hillary Clinton's run for the Democratic Party's nomination to be President.
Words fail me when I try to tell you how much Hillary Clinton means to me. She is the down to-the-bone fortitude of every woman who has been knocked down, ignored, mistreated, abused, counted out, told to leave, kicked aside, underestimated and just plain messed with.
Hillary is the woman who is still standing after famous men told her to `go away.' She is the mother whose daughter looks at her with loving eyes. She is the wife who stood by the man she married in sickness and in health and for better or worse. She is the woman you can want your daughter to grow up to be. She is the only candidate for President who can heal a broken nation; and when our government begins to care about all of us again, restore pride to our hearts.
I mean I have never in all my life seen anything as tenacious, as determined, as strong, as committed, as inspiring and ultimately as Powerful as Hillary Rodham Clinton fighting for Her Fair Place in this nomination fight.
This woman will take you home. She will rock your world. She can be the President of the United States--and she will start working for you and me on Day One. And if you don't think that would be pretty powerful, take a good look at her now. Because Hillary Rodham Clinton in the home state of Mothers Day is going to Rock the Vote like you have never dreamed.Chelseas's video for Mothers Day. Enjoy