But I want my girls to know that, right now, women still have far to go, and when they see tears prick my eyes as I watch Hillary Clinton speak, I hope they know one day that these are the happy, happiest tears of a mom raising women; of a mom who is witnessing some of these barriers crumbling.

I saw a comment underneath someone else's blog the other day. It was from a man saying that his grandmother raised umpteenth kids and never complained about it. At first I couldn't pinpoint why his comment irked me so much, and then I figured out why.