A woman tells about her journey from a solitary poet to a happy wife and mother:
My whole adult life I wanted to be a poet. Then my poetry professor of all people cursed me, saying, "You'll probably end up us a housewife with a bunch of kids."
Isn't it ironic how in this day and age, the words "housewife with a bunch of kids" have come to mean "nothing meaningful; nobody" - resulting in an entire generation of women with aching emptiness in their souls, not knowing why they feel so unhappy if they have everything necessary for "fulfillment"? The pillars of feminine contentment - a good husband, a home, children to love and care for - have been portrayed as hindrances to what we are "supposed" to pursue.
I encountered little resistance except for the lone dissenting voice of my mother who asked me every few months if I had any plans to get married and tried to fix me up with her friends' sons.
Jewish parents are often blamed for "sticking their nose" and being over-protective of their adult children. However I think it's definitely preferable, compared to indifferent parents who don't notice that their son or daughter is getting closer and closer to 40, with no prospective marriage ahead. I know more than one good marriage that started from introductions made by parents.
Thirty years later, the poet says:
Much of the writing and creating I've done has not been on paper but rather on the lives I've touched and been touched by.
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