Guest Author - Cynthia Phillips

After the elections, I feel a little burnt out on politics. Not that I am throwing in the towel, maybe I will try and focus more on positive things to get rid of this heaviness in my heart. I know that as a nation we are headed towards the wrong direction and no amount of catch phrases like "change" and "Yes, we can," will cheer me up.

These past couple of months, I have really been the political news junkie. It's not a totally bad thing because I needed to keep up with current events with me being a writer and activist. But, then I realized my first jobs were being a wife and mother. Today, I decided to do the domestic thing, you know cooking and cleaning--maybe some of you women are like, "What is that?"

I have been neglecting certain areas when it comes to being a wife and mother. My husband probably thinks I have a secret crush on Ron Paul. I do like older men, but not that old. Now if Ron Paul looked like Matthew McConaugHEY... well. My children probably thought their Mom was trying to run for office or something. But, I am trying to save the world...no not really.

I thought about why I am so involved in politics and I came to a couple of conclusions. As a military wife, I am trying to fight a corrupt political system that is sending my husband to illegal and immoral wars. As a mom, I want my children to grow up in a better country or world--what mother wouldn't want that for her children?

Looking at our current economic state, I do not know if I can leave my children with a monetary inheritance. I do know that I can leave them with what I have learned and experienced. I hope that with the wisdom and knowledge that I leave them with, I pray that they will make a difference in this world. I pray that they will have the courage to stand up against the evils of this world and to speak out against them, as I have tried to do.

And, if I had to go first, leaving my husband a widower; I pray that he would say at my eulogy that he was proud of me for speaking up so that my children would hear how their Father loved their Mother. After writing this, I am a little teary eyed--that's what I get for being a woman, wife, and mother.