Who can get through a day of the 2016 presidential campaign and not think of this?
Here's part of how my mom did it in the late 1930s and the 1940s.
I didn't know what she had in mind when she raised us as if there was no such thing as boys' work or girls' work. My brother and I did not help my sister "do the dishes"; we all three did them. Mom taught my brother and me how to prepare simple meals. She once sent my sister out to help my brother and I do yard work but my dad didn't give my sister any work to do. I was in my 20s when mom said she wanted all of us to know how to take care of ourselves.
After I started dating I realized that she did not teach me how to read girls' minds. Troubles followed.
There are some words I don't forget.
I was maybe twelve when, at a picnic with relatives on my mom's side of the family, I heard an aunt say, "If he hits me one time, there won't be a second time."
I guess it's about having boundaries.
My Mother brought me up to believe that men didn't do house work, and when I was very young she and my sisters would wait on me as if I was a little prince. But something happened when I was about ten my mother went into hospital and I was looked after by my older sister. She slowly but surely taught me to look after my self and to believe that woman were equal to men, but she did this in a kindly way. Ever since I've had no doubt that woman were not equal but superior to men.
I was youngest child, only daughter, and trained from an early age to do everything for everyone, without expecting thanks. After my escape I could only think of equality and I did everything I could to get there.