Motherhood was my career. I'm totally satisfied with that.

I am the granddaughter of a Welsh coal miner who was determined that his kids get out of the mines. My dad got his first job when he was six years old, in a little village in Wales called Nantyffyllon, cleaning bottles at the Colliers Arms.

I made a choice to stay home and raise five boys. Believe me, it was hard work.

They were not easy years. You have to understand, I was raised in a lovely neighborhood, as was Mitt, and at BYU, we moved into a $62-a-month basement apartment with a cement floor and lived there two years as students with no income... Neither one of us had a job, because Mitt had enough of an investment from stock that we could sell off a little at a time.

Everyone in life has their challenges, mine have not been financial.

It may look perfect, but that's one thing I have learned about life is that it isn't always what it looks.

I'd sit on a horse and forget I was even sick.