What really empowers a woman?
I’ve climbed slick rock monoliths without ropes and gear. I’ve run whitewater rivers in rafts, and body-surfed in the ocean. I’ve flown in tiny airplanes, to get a glimpse of my Western Colorado home from the intimacy of the sky. I’ve traveled here and there to conferences and commemorations and parties and just to hang out with friends, but the most adventurous thing I will ever do is be a mom.
I’ve been on stage, as the star of a play, as a character actor, or a member of the chorus. I’ve traveled as an entertainer, singer, done summer-stock theater, danced and emoted my little heart out. I’ve directed plays and worked behind the scenes on movies and television commercials, but the most creative thing I have ever done is to bring my kids into the world.
I’ve written books, and a gozillion articles. Sometimes I speak my words to a group–although I prefer the written word because, for me, the spoken word can be a struggle. I can write a prospectus, or a compliance matrix, or a grant, a short story or a silly skit, but the most important words I will ever write or speak, are those addressed to my children, in love, and testimony, and “what’s up?”
I’ve had jobs cleaning motels, serving in restaurants, in laundries and orchards, show business, schools, and in the halls of State Government, but the most important job I have had, or will ever have, is to be a mom.
I’ve enjoyed the company of dear friends, laughed ’till my face cramped up, goofed off, pulled pranks, quipped, punned, and imbibed in general silliness all of my life, but the most fun I have ever had is as a mom to four smart, funny, slightly off-beat kids.
I’ve influenced many people and used my words to influence the outcomes of important political causes and candidacies. I’ve used my network of friends and acquaintances to sway opinions and win hearts to the right side of an issue, but the most empowering thing I can imagine is being a mom.
I’ve suffered unspeakable regret, sorrow for my errors, pain for my wrongs, suffering for my sins, and spiritual estrangement for my defiance. Though I can’t change any of it, and I know it can work for my good, sometimes I wish I had never made the stupid, disastrous choices that have impeded my progress and broken my heart. But the one thing I will never regret is the blessed choice I made to be a mom.
I know little about eternity, or the mind of God, but one thing I do know about my Eternal Father and His plan, is that he has blessed me–a faulty, fragile, rebellious brat of a daughter–with the most precious gift mortality can offer. God has endowed me with the privilege of having four amazing, bright, loving–and a little rebellious–people in my life who call me “Mom.”
by Marjorie Haun 5/10/15