Revelations

So I was at the Y, on the stairmill and reading my O magazine. I'm not the biggest fan of Oprah, but the magazine is interesting and it was a cheap subscription. I was reading an article termed, "How to become the person you were meant to be". There was the main article which was lined by personal excerpts in which people announced when they realized that they wanted to do.
I read one that made me see red.

" The revelation came with the washing machine. My mother was a supertalented woman who could do anything- paint, build, cook, make costumes. One day when I was about 11, my father gave her a washing machine, and she was so thrilled. I thought What? Here's this woman with all of this incredible talent, and she's excited because she was given a washing machine? That's when I said, " I want a career".
Take this in before I type what I thought when I read this.
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Seriously? What an ungrateful kid and now woman. This admittedly talented woman chose, CHOSE! to stay home and raise you and share her talents to make your childhood the best it could be. Then, your dad gives your mom something that would make her life so much easier and give her more time to spend helping you and you think she should've done something else with her life. If this had been my daughter writing this, especially when she's old enough to know how to spare my feelings, I would be crushed! To know that my entire life's work, all of the love I put into helping my daughters have the best childhood merely made my child think someone needed to get a life.
I do have to say that my indignation helped me go faster on the machine. Of course, the person next to me might not have appreciated all of the grumbling under my breath.