And for some reasons feminists are upset. And even though I’m a feminist myself, I’m kinda hacked at the feminists.
Natalie’s opinion inserted here.
Two things:
1. I can tell you in about three seconds which of my many professional gigs I have liked the most over the years. Because not all jobs are created equal, and I have strong opinions about all of ’em. Motherhood is a job (and anyone who tells you different has obviously never been up at 3 a.m. scraping baby poop off the wall after Little Picasso has figured out how to take off his diaper) and it’s okay to have an opinion about it.
2. I realized many years ago that, if I disappeared today, there’d be a buzz at work. For a while. After I was declared legally dead, or actually, way before I was declared dead, they’d post my position, hire another analyst, and in maybe a year I’d be a “wonder what happened to ol’ Elizabeth” novelty kinda conversation topic.
But for my family, that would probably be the biggest thing that ever happened. The kids would mark their lives in the “before Mom disappeared” and “after Mom disappeared” timeline. Might need therapy. (Who am I kidding? It might be a holiday, up there with the liberation of the concentration camps after WWII.) But it would be big. Forever Big.
Now you tell me, out of the roles I play in life, which one is most important.
Did Natalie say that every woman should think the same way about motherhood? No. So fuhgeddaboutit.
Irony Alert: I have to go to work now.
© E.S. Evans 2011
Mom, Interrupted 
I absolutely believe that Motherhood is my most important job. And, to the outrage of women everywhere, I quit working when the opportunity presented itself to raise my boys at home for a while. Not that I believe working women and daycares are evil. Because I don’t. I believe that there are pros and cons to both. But working full time just didn’t feel right to me anymore. My heart wasn’t in it. And, as “important” as I was at my last job. I have been replaced, with maybe a little effort, by someone who I hear fills my shoes beautifully. Maybe even a little better…because her heart is in it.
Just a quick note here from Dad Interrupted: you’re doing a fabulous job as mother, proving on a daily basis that I excelled at selecting our children’s mother. However I’m not particularly interested in reprising the role of ‘Mother Interrupted Recruiter’ anytime soon (maybe I just got lucky). If anyone is thinking of ‘just disappearing’, then please know Basset Interrupted and I will hunt you down.
Liberty thus trampled and feminism probably offended, I’d like to think we’ve done a passable job of ‘gilding the cage’. Everything we love is here. It’s almost like resting on our laurels – kinda… I’m not saying there’s no busting out, just that we should go over the wall together. So if you’re hinting at a vacation, come on home and we can plan it.
As an added inducement the boys and I have glued back together your favorite coffee mug and you have to come home if you hope to see it again. Natalie Portman can only dream of such an offer and who is to say she’s wrong for wanting it.
Love you babe!
As one who is not privileged to be a “mom,” one who is privileged to be a “feminist,” one who was privileged to “work” for 38 years, I SO AGREE with Natalie and Elizabeth!