It shouldn’t come as a big surprise to regular readers of this column that I am thankful that I am not a mother. The responsibility for raising a child was one I have never been willing to assume. I have said my whole life I didn’t want to be a mom. I have seen the look of disappointment on the face of a child whose mother’s or father’s self-interest ran at the expense of their off-springs’. It is better to be barren than to be a lousy parent.
I think many people take on the job too lightly. The cost, the work, the long term implications represent a commitment I was never willing to make. One of my favorite responses when I learn someone is expecting is, “Life as you know it has ceased to exist!”
Motherhood is one of the toughest jobs life has to offer. It is also a job where there is no time off, no medical insurance and no retirement plan.
The women in my family especially my mother QuoVada Hill had her hands full with the three of us. My brothers and I were enough to try the patience of the most dedicated teachers and guides. In short the Hill kids were fearless hell-raisers...