Woman Hood……pass it on!

Woman Hood…pass it on. Not a hundred percent sure how we chose to be male or female. Actually, don't really care. The choice to be or not to be doesn't factor into what is. I was pregnant five times and delivered four human beings.  I started out as the hippy mom of allowing gender crossing toys and deflecting putting each child in a box, I soon realized that with limited influence the children became who they were going to be. They needed from me structure, love, and a sprinkle or two of advice. My eldest , whilst in utero, would allow me to push her where I needed and she then would stay put for awhile. My second would most assuredly return to the  very spot I had just moved her from. The boy, he sat at the bottom of my "stomach" almost waiting for the happening to begin. And the last was a mixture of all of the above.  As they grow into adults, these very actions describe who they are now.

So, as a mama with very different children and three who are growing into womanhood, I feel the need to tell them that being of "EVE" is a very special thing. We know things before they happen. We not only see others but FEEL what their unspoken words have to say. We assimilate things faster then Captain America and have a handbag at the ready for any predicament imaginable. We hear between the lines and have a natural "lie-meter" that has all the bells and whistles one can use.  Women, in general, forgive those they love with a full understanding of the offender and can love those people even more after the offense. We see the generosity in our men who go to work and hand over the paycheck. We see the nurturing of our mothers and grandmothers and try to imitate them to the best of our capabilities. We see beauty in flowers. We love to be creative. We work hard without notice. We serve those in our lives either if it is to be by school, church, neighborhood, work. We crave to be recognized yet are content to just "do." We say kind words when we want to use harsh ones. We feel bad when we bad-mouth others who are just trying to get through the journey same as us. We compare.  We strive to accomplish. We love pajama days. We pretty ourselves up and we dress ourselves way down. We carry heavy burdens. We carry our issues like old friends. We send kind notes. We pray fervently for those we care for and even those we don't. We are addicted to things. We strive for unity. We see fat in the mirror. We easily see the imperfections. Adequacy sometimes is the label we give ourselves while other times we see our perfections. We are able to light up a room. Offer soft hands for comfort. Exude sexiness. Give comfort with a touch. Encourage service. Set examples. Give a happy moment in a strangers' day. Create tears in others. Be the name a child calls after school. Be the person a friend needs during a trial. Stand as a Lioness by the front door. Be the sight your man wants to see after a long day at work. Be the daughter your mother needs. Be the person the world needs to affect change.

Being of Eve is a cursed blessing. It comes with a myriad of feelings and failings and failure of recognition. BUT it is "the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world." So go and do a be the girl you know you are!