My musing, yesterday, about Hillary Clinton’s hat throw into the presidential ring failed to recognize that yesterday was also my mother’s 81st birthday.
Jane Jacob is not yet an announced presidential candidate, but when I think of a hard-working, organized, smart and always-optimistic woman — someone who keeps promises and looks out for the other person; someone with commitment to principle — I think of her.
Not Hillary Clinton.
Maybe Mrs. Clinton would have put in the hours playing catch with me as a tyke. But can Hillary even catch? My mom can. And throw too. (Not like a — well, incorrectly, either gender.)
My mom has a soft heart. I remember coming home from school and seeing her crying from watching a soap opera.
Nonetheless, she can dish out tough love. During a family clean-up effort (like a Bataan death march, but in English) she asked if one of us six kids could do something or other. I stepped forward to say, “I’ll try.”
Mom looked at me plainly and explained, “I need someone to do it, not just try.”
She is still full of fun and passion. Her deep love and concern for America’s freedom has certainly had an enormous impact on my life.
Too bad my mom’s not running.
Hillary Clinton has demonstrated none of the presidential timber my mom has, and yet Clinton is very likely to enjoy a large electoral advantage among women voters. So, here’s my idea: the Democratic Party’s competition should each nominate a woman for the top of the ticket. There are plenty of women qualified to serve as president. Not just my mom.
May the best woman win.
Have I started a stampede to office supply stores to buy binders?
This is Common Sense. I’m Paul Jacob.