In my youth, the term multitasker did not exist. But the job certainly did. Multitaskers were called housewives. My mother was one of the all-time greats. Looking back, I believe I took her expertise for granted. Nevertheless, there were contemporaneous clues to my good fortune. The buds I invited over for dinner, who raved about Mom's good cooking. Our well-kept home. The people who paid her to bake cakes or even iron dress shirts. Tasks at which she excelled, one and all.
Once upon a time, housewife was not a disparaging word. Times have changed. What has not changed, however, is that the greatest job in the world remains that of the mother. Bringer of life. Transformer of little people, who will gradually realize the importance of becoming responsible big people. The greatest job's greatest task. Fathers take note.
Thanks for the mothering memoirs, Mom.