It seems to me many women spend countless hours feeling guilty. I include myself in this group. When I was working outside the home, I felt guilty because I had to put our oldest child (a nursing baby at the time) into day care. Fortunately, we were both in the same facility on a naval air station and I could nurse him on breaks. Also, I knew the ladies were pouring love on my little boy when I couldn’t.
Then, with the arrival of two more babies, I stayed home. As a women’s libber, I felt guilty because I wasn’t bringing in my share of the bacon. I felt guilty because my parents had taken out a second mortgage in order to pay for my college education. I felt guilty I didn’t have a career. I wondered if I was wasting my life cleaning the house, planning menus, changing diapers and intervening in sibling squabbles. Add to that, housewifery can be a thankless job. It sometimes seemed the only time anyone notices how...


