Eternally Women

I rant about how much I love being a women and how I am pretty sure most women do too.


I love being a woman. I love it. I love the warm feelings in my soul that steer me toward motherhood, make me cry, make me serve, make me love. I love being soft and caring and spiritual. I'm very comfortable in my skin. I'm passionate about womens rights. I believe that women should be able to to whatever they want and become whatever they want. We should not be judged for having or not having children. We should not be judge for working or not working. We should get treated like queens everywhere we go -- home, office, school, doctor's office, traffic school -- anywhere.

In some ways the world disagrees right now about gay marriage and other gender issues, but when I look at every women I know from all over the world, I see women cherishing womanhood and motherhood in their own way. I see cooperate women quiting their jobs to stay home with their children and other working moms balancing everything because they know it is with their little ones that they actually get the most happiness. The media has been trying to tell us for years that women are trying be men and that no one wants children and blah, blah, blah. It just isn't true. We have it built in us. We are eternal mothers. It brings us joy. It is who we are. Women all over the women feel this.

A few years ago a book came out that followed several high profile female CEO's who decided after many years of climbing to the top that they wanted to stay home and have children. The book explains that this group of women was the first generation to rise to the top of the work place after feminism paved the way. Yet, they wanted to come home. A reporter interviewing the women about the book was quite rude and implied that these women were turning their back on the work that women's liberators had done for them. But the women kindly explained that women's liberation was about giving women choices, and they were choosing.

I think of my Aunt Sue who has a masters in chemical engineering or something crazy but gets all the joy she needs by taking her kids to a slick track go-Kart place. She jumps in a Kart and bonds with her kids in a way that is beautiful and unique to her. At the save time my neighbor beams with joy at having her daughter and other young girls in town join her for knitting after school once a week. We are maternal and womanly in our own ways, but I believe the framework is the same ... and the framework is awesome.

I love being a women. I love my choices and my instincts. And I believe that most women feel the same. The details are different, but the feelings are the same.