A Woman Or A Mother For President?
Who or what does America need for President? A Woman or Mother?
I am a mother. I am a woman too. Is there a difference between me and a female without children?
I aim to protect my children at all costs. I love all children and will fight for all of them. But life has weird ways of putting mothers in situations where we must choose our child/children. Right or wrong, good or bad most mothers will choose to protect their children. I and others will put our lives at risk for them.
I don’t go through the day without thinking of my children. I wake up every morning and my prayers include them. Throughout the day, it’s the same thing. Then as I go to bed at night, more prayers for them. This continues 365 days per year until I am dead. My life decisions are made with them in mind. So, I ensured my decisions would leave no generational karma on them.
Kamala Harris has no children, so there is nothing in her life to influence her decisions maternally. Like all females of color, she must fight for what she wants. This is how her heart must be to live and survive in a cruel world because she chose to live her life, her way. Instead, of what society dictates she should as a female.
Kamala is a female, a woman, and that makes her a fighter. She has less to fight with and more to fight for because of her race and she wasn’t born of wealth. But the love of a good mother, sometimes is all it takes.
The one thing most females know how to do is to fight. As one who is identified as black because of a black father, her fight doubles. With an Indian mother, thanks to culture, her fight triples. Being born in a country with race issues, her fight quadruples. As a female, fighting to succeed in a male-dominated field, her fight is multiplied. As a female going into politics, more fight.
Now Vice President for one of the most powerful countries, more fight. Now for the President of the United States, the fight is out of control, because it’s coming from every direction and can cost her life.
America needs a woman’s touch, and Kamala can make decisions without prejudice a mother’s heart would allow. All of the mothers criticizing her are envious of her strength. Choosing not to be a mother in a cruel world that rips her apart for not living up to Society’s standards takes strength.
I know many females in her circle are criticizing her behind her back because she has a level of freedom they wish they had.
Motherhood doesn’t make the woman. But if seems as if a woman without children must be put behind a fence.
Her strength, how she chooses to live her life, what she adds to our world, and how she lives, are what make her exceptional.
Kamala knows herself, so no one can tell her who she is, and it shines through her self-confidence and how she handles the questions and criticism her opponents throw at her.
She doesn’t have to worry about making certain decisions to live up to children's expectations. Her decisions are made for the good of all of humanity. Yes, she can’t please everyone, but the good people in her life, will understand.
A woman’s touch is like water to plants. It’s like the rays of sunshine to plants, a cold heart, hope, what the sun does to economics worldwide, and more.
A man who has a good mother will see and understand the value of a woman's touch and won’t allow his ego to intervene.
What do you want America? A mother or a woman to be president?
If your heart could speak, what would it say?
As a mother, certain decisions can impose limits on my actions, choices, and decisions. My children are first.
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Annelise Lords
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