“Get an education, and don’t get pregnant.”
This was passed down from my mother, an exceptionally competent, professional, and brilliant woman who heard it from her own mother–my Russian grandmother.
My baba lived in the interior of British Columbia, could not speak English, had a husband die from Parkinson’s-related disease, and was left with four children, existing on welfare while her wealthy brother deprived her of any financial support.
(That brother suffered from what we might call “elder abuse” when his own daughter absconded with his fortune several years ago, but that’s not the point of this entry…although many of us might deem it “karmic destiny”)
In sum: Do NOT be a baby maker. Their father(s) might unexpectedly die, or silently fuck off altogether, or mercilessly cheat on you and leave you for someone who didn’t put up any sacrifice. And for the love of God, make sure you can always take care of yourself by going to school, getting a trade of sorts, and having a career.
That’s what her message was, and it’s the greatest piece of advice any woman could pass down to another woman.
…oh, and did I take this advice? Yes. I made it my entire life’s vision.
Ladies: Get an education, and don’t get pregnant.

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