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I Understood Somehow My Mother's Frustration. And That It Was No Good Not Only For Her, But For Her Children Or Her Husband, That She Didn't Have A Real Use Of Her Ability.

I Knew One Thing. I Did Not Want To Be A Mommy Like Mommy.

I Loved My Kids. And I Loved My House, And I Loved A Lot Of Things About My Life In The 1950s. But There Were A Lot Like Me In That Era, Very Overeducated Housewives.

Strange New Problems Are Being Reported In The Growing Generations Of Children Whose Mothers Were Always There, Driving Them Around, Helping Them With Their Homework --an Inability To Endure Pain Or Discipline Or Pursue Any Self-sustained Goal Of Any Sort, A Devastating Boredom With Life.

Who Knows What Women Can Be When They Are Finally Free To Become Themselves? Who Knows What Women's Intelligence Will Contribute When It Can Be Nourished Without Denying Love?