Can We Please Stop Apologizing To Anne Romney?
Rosen has nothing to apologize for. Period. Neither do we.
Let me tell you a short story: A couple of months ago, a relative of my wife’s decided to take umbrage with a post I made on my private page about grandparents who think they know more about their autistic grandchildren then the parents. I belong to a FB group of mothers with autistic children (they let me in because i’m a stay-at-home) and they savaged the poor girl. She tried to defend herself by claiming that she works with special needs children so she knows what it’s like. This sent the women of my group in paroxysms of both laughter and anger. Comparing raising a special needs child with working with one is demeaning and insulting. When you work with one, you get to go home at night. You can quit and get another job. When it’s your own child, you never get to leave, you never get to take a week or two off. It’s your responsibility 24/7 forever.
That’s the difference between Anne Romney and the rest of us stay-at-home parents. She has nannies and maids to help out. If she chooses not to change a diaper for a year, then she doesn’t have to. If she wants a week off to go to Aruba, she can just pack up and leave. She doesn’t have to put the baby to sleep or get up in the middle of the night unless she wants to. My son woke up at 1AM last night and wouldn’t go back to sleep until 4:30. Guess who had to deal with that? Me and my wife (our son sleeps in our bed because he won’t sleep anywhere else). We couldn’t ring the nanny to take a screaming child to another part of the house so we could get some sleep.
Maybe Anne was mother of the year. Maybe she changed every diaper and wiped every snotty nose and cleaned every boo-boo. I don’t know, although I’m given to understand she has a small army of hired help. What I do know is that she didn’t have to do it and that makes all the difference in the world. It’s not “work” if you can fob it off when you get tired of it.
Don’t apologize for telling the truth.