Once upon a time, I was a little girl whose dreams didn't solely consist of being a mother.
I was exactly one year old when Helen Reddy's seminal "I Am Woman" song was introduced to the world. It was 1972 and, in that same year, the Ms. Foundation for Women introduced one of my favorite childhood books (with an accompanying album) titled "Free to Be…You and Me". Both of these events contributed greatly to how I grew up despite the fact that my parents held traditional roles of the time. My mom stayed at home to raise three daughters while my father went out and opened his own printing company. If I picked up on my mother's frustrated domesticity it was quickly altered when she, with the help of my father, opened up her own printing shop and became her own boss. We girls were a bit older by then and were expected to work at her shop as well as at my father's. This helped us get a sense of what the working world would be like and the family expectation was that we would attend