Yeah…this is a sign of how absolutely nuts this last month has been. Gill sent this to us, and it was supposed to be a Mother’s Day post. She sent us material, and we were too friggin insane busy to get it up on the site.
It’s now June 1, and here it is. Um…I guess it can be an early Mother’s Day post for next year? Yeah! Sounds good!
What do June, Carol, Anne, and Claire have in common? No. They aren’t your mom’s college roommates, or even the four girls she ditched school to see whomever the popular musician was at the time. They certainly are not members of my mom’s bridge clubs, but she does sometimes lunch with a lady named Carol. If you have hidden under a rock, or have just not paid attention, I am talking of TV moms.
In this era no mom symbolized love and advice more than June Cleaver. Bringing her gentle form of discipline and meatloaf to the screens of homes in 1957 she presented a world that some could relate to, but others had to dream of.
By 1969 the world had gone through transition, civil rights, a man on the moon, and anti-war protests were now occupying the once tranquil worlds of both suburbia and everywhere else. At that time one third of all children were from blended families. The Brady bunch reflected that trend weekly. Carol Brady brought her own form of insight to the changing landscape.
Aside from bad fashion and disco music the 1970’s brought a ground breaking situation comedy. When One Day At a Time debuted in December of 1975 it became the first TV show to feature a divorced mother. Anne Raymono helped daughters Julie and Barb tackle the issues of the era, teen pregnancy, mental disability, and so on.
Other than black transams and leg warmers the 1980’s also brought in a ground breaking show. The Cosby show was the second show to feature an African American woman in the position of having a college degree. Claire Huxtible proved to many moms that you could hold down a high paying career and still raise well rounded children.
My Own Mom
You probably remember her from Parental Quirks, but there is so much more than the slight frown of disapproval. She worked as an educator for many years, holds a BA in psychology, and most of all has put up with my sister and I. So if you can, take your mom out to lunch, call her up, and if she happens to drop by, give her a hug, and thank her for being her.