One thing I like, when I go about, to the store or wherever, is seeing young mothers with their children.
What I like is the pure joy one can see in their faces and how they carry their bodies as they go about their affairs of the day, kids in tow or being pushed in a stroller.
The happiness peace and joy is so apparent.
Let anyone tell these women motherhood is over or meaningless or deconstructed or whatever dumb phrase they want to use.
There was an obviously exhausted but happy young mother before me in the checkout line the other day wrangling five little boys. When I congratulated her she beamed. A woman like that is a hero.