If I Were A 40-year-old Woman, 40-to-50,

Motherhood Was My Career. I'm Totally Satisfied With That.

Neither One Of Us Had A Job, Because Mitt Had Enough Of An Investment From Stock That We Could Sell Off A Little At A Time.

Another Son Came Along 18 Months Later, Although We Waited Four Years To Have The Third, Because Mitt Was Still In School And We Had No Income Except The Stock We Were Chipping Away At. We Were Living On The Edge, Not Entertaining. No, I Did Not Work. Mitt Thought It Was Important For Me To Stay Home With The Children, And I Was Delighted.

I Think We Identify Ourselves By Labels Or Things That We Are Able To Do: I Am This. I Am A Good Cook. I Am A Good Mother. I Am A Good This. I Am A Good Doctor. I Am A Good Lawyer. When You Can’t Do Those Things Anymore, You Wonder Where Your Identity Is.

Raising Children Is The Hardest Job That There Is On The Face Of The Earth.