Today's mommies and daddies often get slammed for griping about what they give up (singing careers, all night love parties, or svelt and tight mid-sections) rather than what they have (lovely babies, sweet little toddlers, an excuse to stay in and watch bad reality TV).
One doesn't have to peruse True Mom Confessions or True Dad Confessions too deeply to quickly develop an impression that as parents, many of us are suffering (and increasingly less in silence lord help us). So Salon's Dear Cary column, recently featuring a poor mama stuck in a small town with nary a successful whimper of a singing career to "show" for her 38 years, shouldn't come as a surprise.
There are scads of dissatisfied people in the world. Some parents. Some not. Kids, like anything else, can be used as an excuse not to accomplish one's dreams of being an Elvis impersonator, or famous author, or private dancer. Kids may seem like the biggest
Carey's response to the midlife crisis mama is kind and right on. So you want to sing? Then sing!
