“I thought about the Great Matriarch you mentioned. I decided to take up your suggestion and strive to be one,” Athena said.
“I could have had a fancy title and a corner office, hired a chauffeur taking our children from activity to activity. A private tutor for each specialized subject. A nanny, or several, to tidy up the house and to take care of the children. I don’t have to lift a finger. Or I could do all of these things by myself and forgo the time pursuing the corner office downtown.”
“Either way our children would be well behaved and well educated. Who’d know the difference?”
“You mean we do all the ordinary things all other parents do, and that would makes us great?” Her Subject thought it over.
Athena continued, “The Great Matriarch is the backbone of the family. She is the glue, the force, that holds everyone together. I want to drive the children to their classes. I want to read to them and sing lullabies with them. I want a strong family, and that requires a Great Matriarch, and that would be me.”
“The greatness of the Matriarch is not measured by the size of her paycheck, the price tag or number of exotic cars, or exclusivities of her vacations. We could have had all of that. We still can, as of right now. It was purposeful choices that we decided not to. I decided not to. The greatness of the Matriarch is measured by herself in her own terms. In my own terms.”
“She doesn’t belong to the kitchen. The kitchen belongs to her, among many other things.”
“Time in the corner office, more digits in the bank account, exotic cars, or exclusive vacations is busily dying, not living. Not when these are not her standards. A Great Matriarch lives according to her own standards. Mine. A strong family.”