One of my blogging friends, Amanda, over at Living, Loving, Learning came up with a fabulous idea to celebrate National women’s friendship day. Or something like that. You know how the government names these things.
She organized a blog hop where women get to talk about being women and men get to talk about women. Haha it’s one big POSITIVE gab fest.
I’ve been a woman for forty-four years now and I’m pretty happy with the life. I don’t think that should surprise anyone but I’ve often heard tell from psychologists and such that that hasn’t always been the case.
Why do I like being a woman in the US? I qualifying it by saying I live in the US because I think that’s a big difference for a woman.
*I like wearing whatever I want. I really don’t care what women choose or choose not to wear. My main concern is when they don’t have a choice. In fact that’s the most important thing about being a woman or a person. You have choices.
*Earning a living/raising a family. I’ve been the bread-winner in the family and now I’m a kept woman concentrating on my daughter’s school work by homeschooling and my hobbies of blogging and writing. I know the argument sometimes rages around whether a woman should be in the home or not but isn’t it grand that you can do both? Life is flexible so why shouldn’t a family? When I worked I worked. Now I work but am at home. My husband and daughter have been happy either way.
*Getting older. That is a process. Can women age gracefully like men claim to? I think so but it’s difficult. I feel like I’m in this no-man’s land for women where I’m not young but technically I’m not old either. I certainly haven’t reached the ‘crone’ stage yet and my ‘maiden’ years are over. I often look at my gorgeous daughter and think my time has passed and hers is just beginning. I think it’s important to acknowledge that and pass on the torch and not cling to any one period of life.
*Woman as role models. I have and had some great women in my family and in my life as role models. The birth and the passing of each one is special. One lasting example of this is when my grandmother died. All the women in the family were around her bed to witness. When it was getting to the end the men all left. It was powerful to be able to know the women in my family were the witnesses of birth and death. It’s a powerful thing.
*Have I always been this happy being a woman? No, lol. I think we have more concerns about how we look, how we’ll be accepted or rejected, how we’ll get along in life. It is very much a process but am glad I’m having it as a woman.
*And where does a man play into all this? It doesn’t have to be a man. Every person needs at least one other person who accepts them as they are from one moment in time to the next. My hubby does that for me but like I said it doesn’t have to be a man. Anyone will do but everyone needs it. It’s the gift of being a good friend, a good wife, a good mother, a good daughter.