We are wives, mothers, single women, human beings. We go to college, work full-time, play sports. We're artists, CEOs, writers, maids, data entry clerks, stay at home moms. We are caring, we are strong, we are relentless, we are tough, we are soft. We are all these things because once upon a time there were others like us who could not be.
There was a time, when it was expected that we would become wives and mothers, unable to own property or get credit, or work outside the home.
But today, my friends varied in their interests. We are teachers, body guards, office workers, writers, social workers, architects, planners, thinkers. Most have children, some have chosen not to; others could not.
I've met women survivors of rape and incest, mothers who buried their children, women who rush through life involved in the constant care of children with physical limitations or mental disabilities, and women who give up everything to care for loved ones hundreds of miles away from their home and life.
Women matter, for all the contributions and sacrifices to those we love. We matter for the choices we've made and for the choices that will still need to made. Women's history month reminds us that we as a collective have power, we as individuals have strength. We have come a long way from a time when we couldn't own property, vote, get credit, go to college or play sports.
This is my remembrance of those who came before me, who fought for my right to my health, to my career. To the artists, writers, suffragettes, ordinary women who took a stand, were beaten for their beliefs, tossed in jail as punishment for speaking out. Susan B. Anthony, Sandra Day O'Connor, Sally Ride, Lucille Ball, Rosa Parks, Margaret Mead, Serena Williams, Judy Blume. So many I have no more room.
For more inspirational women see he National Women's Hall of Fame: http://www.nndb.com/honors/867/000046729/
And lastly, this is a love letter to my girlfriends. We share our struggles, we support each other, we celebrate and cry together. For without all of my lady friends and not so lady, very salty friends. My shy gals and outgoing leaders, remembering women of the past and speaking up for the future is important to us and legacy we leave to our children and grandchildren.
Be kind, be full of love.
I hadn't realized there was a month dedicated to understanding and celebrating the contributions of women over the course of history. March is Women's History Month. It's a big undertaking, to remember the women who fought for the right to vote, or to go to school, play sports, become scientists and doctors.
Keenly aware of the women who stood up for their belief's and affected change, I feel as though I'm the recipient of their beatings, their jail time, I don't take for granted that their struggles have allowed me to work for a living, or be a stay at home mom, or try my hand at being writer.
Women, share many of the same struggles. And yet, we can be critical, and judgmental, as we take sides between differing philosophies. What we should be doing is embracing the choices. Because not every mom breast feeds or stays at home with their children. Whichever choice we make, should not leave us guilt ridden or ashamed.
I've been on both sides of varying issues and in the end, my choices reflected my family condition, the needs we had at that moment in time. I need not feel guilty over the choices because they came from a place of love, concern, need and desire.
I'm taking the time during Women's History Month to learn a little something about the contributions of the women who came before me. They strived for a better life, a thoughtful, learned life; a life of strength in competitiveness, a life in love. I can honor them by leaving my own mark. Making my own contributions, to humankind and I do so, by sharing my experiences as a mom and woman. By sharing my struggles and my successes, I might become a sign of hope for others in their time of need. We can accomplish so much more when we come at it with love and support. My legacy is in my books, and in my blog. If it inspires one person, I'll be happy with my contributions, big or small.
I recently got a job. I know, you roll your eyes because you too, work full-time. Well I haven't worked full-time since before my children were born. That would be sixteen years to be specific. Since then, I've been at home, a volunteer in the classroom, running to the doctor's office, grocery story, Tae Kwon Do, softball, basketball. You get the picture.
The job is contractual and I'm done October 1. I look very forward to it. So in honor of Mother's Day I thought I'd share a few thoughts about why I miss being a stay-at-home mom and remember they're in no particular order.
I've gotta admit though, the bonus to working outside the house is continuity, and having a place to go. It's also about talking to real adults, gaining experience and possibly bringing something to my writing. Though I'm not writing as much as I'd like, I find myself far more productive in other ways and for that, I guess the experience is worth it. Not to mention at the end of the day, there's always a pay check to enjoy.
It’s a change, and in the end I’m sure I’ll be used to it, just as the contract writing gig winds it’s way down and is done. Happy Mother's Day!Continue reading