Radio mirror (May-Oct 1939)

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IN TO By GLADYS HALL Love your children — but learn to "neglect" them too! Read Joan Blondell Powell's amazing recipe for a really happy and successful parenthood house for fear I won't be here at the precise moment!' Then it was, 'Soon now she'll say her first word and I'd better be here for that!' Now it's, 'Any minute she'll begin to play with Normie and I couldn't miss that!' Next I'll be thinking that soon she'll be ready to go to kindergarten and since she'll leave me so soon I'd better stay with her every minute. ... WHICH is all fine and dandy, except that one day I'll come out of the cloud of talcum powder and the coma of watchful waiting to the realization that the baby is practically to have a baby of her own and that I've spent my whole life living her life, while the years have passed me by." Joan ended her outburst without the little half -laugh which had accompanied its beginning, and I knew that she was talking of a very real and serious problem in her life — a very real problem in every young mother's life, whether she realizes OCTOBER, 1939 it or not. (And many mothers, unhappily, are not as clear-sighted as Joan.) Her last words sketched, vividly, the picture of the woman who has given herself with a kind of selfless ecstasy to her children, letting that ecstasy blind her to what is really best for the children, to her duty to herself and to her husband — and then finds, too late, that her devotion is unwanted, unwelcome. And yet, our very surroundings symbolize the other side of the picture. We were sitting in the living Fink Photo room of the chintzy, homey, completely delightful Blondell-Powell house in Hollywood. It was an afternoon when Joan was "between servants," and the babies were, to put it literally, under foot. In the course of our talk Joan tripped over a couple of marbles left on the floor by small Miss Ellen Powell, aged eleven months; Dick, coming in the front door, tripped over a broken bicycle left there by young Mr. Norman Powell, aged four; Joan rescued Miss Ellen from eating two marbles; (Continued on page 63) 29