Anna Quindlen

My mother forwarded an article about Anna Quindlen the other day that was an NPR book review of her latest work: ‘Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake.’  I’m almost ashamed to admit that I haven’t read any of her books (next stop after Hunger Games).  I didn’t realize that for years she had an op-ed column in the New York Times.  The NPR article talks about how she put her readers at ease because they could relate to her everyday struggles.  Because, aren’t we all really going through the same thing?  Is anyone really that unique that their problems have never been dealt with by anyone else?  You have kids that are acting up?  Check.  You feel like you have too much crap in your house and you can never get it quite clean enough?  Check.  You have the breast cancer gene? Check. Check.  Misery loves company.
I am never happy to hear that my friends are having a rough time, but it was nice to learn that something I had written helped make a friend feel better about her day.  Whether I’m writing about my toddler misbehaving or my health issues (and who doesn’t have something in that area to complain about?  PMS even.  It’s a totally legit day ruiner.), we’ve all been there.  Not that my audience can be compared to Quindlen’s NYTimes readers, but I hope her comforting effect on her masses is akin to what I offer you, my readers (yes, both of you).
The main reason my mother thought the Anna Quindlen article would speak to me is because they cite her take on motherhood as “scut work” of “endless diaper changes, baths, books, Band-Aids, doctor visits. It’s as though we were working long repetitive shifts on an assembly line, and in the end we had the Sistine Chapel.”  I hope my girls one day feel like they’re my Sistine Chapel.  That I have put enough love, time, and creative energy into their growth that they realize they are each a masterpiece of epic proportion equal parts wonderous and beautiful.  I mean, I’m always telling my 2 year old she’s a piece of work.  And to you, Rosie Riveter of Motherhood, I hope your days on the line provide the same satisfaction and joy as we look back on this time in hindsight.  I’m grateful to all my fellow line workers for their support when I’m down, I hope I’m doing the same for you.  Darnit, I should’ve saved this one for Mother’s Day.  

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