I am not sure what is wrong with me lately…I’m sure it has to do with perimenopause, but my patience is gone….
When it comes to tough…I am not the winner…but the more women I meet…the more I would say I’m coming in right at second place.
Life doesn’t stop for whiners but yet I’m constantly amazed at how spoiled some women are, and the absolute fighters that others are…and I would like to know what makes you who you are.
I can no longer say that it has to do with upbringing because I have four sisters raised by the same two people and not one of us is the same during a crisis.
When my father passed I did the entire funeral….alone. Picked the casket, put the music together ….all the things and even gave the eulogy. I helped my family who was struggling to say goodbye, walk up to the casket….I am the youngest…but that didn’t stop me. I picked the place where to lay Dad to rest….I had a sister in Switzerland and another taking care of Mom and two others that were not available so the responsibility was solely on me.
I drove myself to radiation after work every day….I played keyboard at church while suffering with vertigo. I ran a 5K with a broken leg. I’ve clowned at nursing homes for years…and have no trouble interacting with them all…I’ve taught my daughter the same…she’s even better with them than I am…
I had a lumpectomy and went to work the next week….never really got to rest because we own our own business….
My first husband passed and I was quite young and I had to do all the things for that funeral as well….and I guess that’s when you learn to do very hard things….
I got up each day because I had a two year old and I had to….through incredible pain and sorrow….I got up…
So when I hear women say they can’t make it through a small surgery or setback….I just wonder why that is.
We as women can do incredible things. I helped run a business, jones hooked two children, kept up a ridiculous schedule of two step children and all the fun that goes either way coparenting. Managed to keep the house clean and our bellies full…and still did a lot of volunteer work.
I hate not having the bed made…I cannot stand my kitchen counters having things on them that don’t belong or my kitchen table….
So, I am asking….women….have you read how hard our ancestors had it? How they had to clean and cook, couldn’t vote and would have babies in the field and keep going. Let’s talk about any of the world wars where women had to major join the workforce because the men were fighting….they saw horrible things and kept going.
We as women crest amazing homes and spaces…
We nurture….we garden and needlepoint and make soap and gardens and create breathtaking things. We have amazing imaginations…and we do all this while making sure our kids remembered their lunches and homework and all the dogs and cats were fed….and I am still wondering…
What side of the fence are you on? Are you a fighter or a complainer?
Do you by te going when it gets tough or do you put your big girl panties on?
I am a problem solver…I will think of a way out of disaster….always….
Be that kind of woman and teach your daughters the same….buck up buttercups we got crap to get done!
The Reluctant Red Nose 