We, as a group, are much more critical of each other than men could ever be of us. I have learned and observed over the years that we are all doing the best that we can with what we have right now - to judge and be critical of one another is futile. Some women come into our lives and remind us of that, gently. I am fortunate to have beautifully strong, passionate powerful women around me every day. Two of them live with me. They are 17 and 19 and are as different from each other as night and day but is each in their own ways so very magical. My heart bursts with love and admiration for them. These two women love each other fiercely, push each other's buttons and are each other's biggest fan. I cannot tell you how many times over the years they have come to me and in rapturous terms described their love for their sister or how one can drive the other one crazy. They always have each other's backs.
Some women take our breath away. This morning I was privileged to spend time with a warm, open-hearted friend (and her amazing husband) that had her arms wide open to me when I walked in the door. Being in her presence is like an embrace - her heart energy and her love for her toddler daughters can bring me to tears. We have cried many times together - at the birth of her babies, when we share stories of our children and we have laughed so hard we cried. The fact that she loves my children too makes me love her even more.
Some women are our blood. There are only two other creatures that walk the earth with the same blood in their veins that I have, and as I have said before my bond with them is beyond this plane. Although we three are very different and we don't agree on everything, my sisters and I are bound to each other by our heartstrings - the blood is strong.
Some women break our hearts. They are the grade 5 girls that call us names, exclude us from friendships and leave us out. They write horrible things on bathroom walls, send us hate mail and undermine our power as we grow into adulthood. These girls never understand the depth of their damage, but if we are fortunate enough to have strong, passionate, HEALING women in our life, our capacity for empathy can extend to the broken lives of these bullies.
Some women heal our souls. They will pose in black bathtubs covered in bubbles for you. They will hold a camera in their hands and capture moments of ethereal wonder in the shape of a baby's smile for you. They will tell dirty jokes and not mind your constant references to gorgeous Scottish men. They will bring you food as your heart mends, birth their babies with their eyes locked on yours, kiss your forehead just to brand you as theirs with their new lipstick. These women don't mind if you lick caramel sauce off their face or ask them to sit through the latest vampire flick with you. These women will share with you that some days they want to get off the mummy bus.
Some women remind us that we need to play. They will haul us out of the house to go for a run at 6:30 a.m., tell us that we work too much and need a break and encourage us to move forward out of a job that is no longer serving us. They scream at the top of their lungs as we dive to save a ball from going in the net and tell us it's okay that we mis-kick. These women don't mind slapping us on the bum if we've done a good job, and quite honestly don't mind a slap back. They will share water bottles, half-time watermelon and the inside scoop on the best place to buy a great black dress. Drinking Guinness at 9:30 a.m. on a day that is not St. Patrick's day is absolutely fine with these women. Some women are all women... we need many women in our lives. Today, know that you are loved more than you can fathom, let the critical tone of your heart melt away, love the women in your life and what they have brought to you. Some women...
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