First off, I have a killer of a key lime pie recipe to share with you, pie is made the, photos taken, post
nearly complete and then I was overcome with this need to share these reflections with you today.
I suppose it was making the pie that brought all of these thoughts to the surface…
Reflections of being a woman…whether you are a young woman, middle age or older,
You are remarkable.
This post is dedicated to you.
Some of my fondest memories of my childhood are of my Mother in her kitchen going about her
“womanly duties.” She was petite, warm, soft, and huggable-my hero.
I love the era I grew up in, there were no gray lines-not one.
Right was right and wrong was wrong, men were men and women were women.
She was a beautiful example of what being a woman meant.
She so clearly defined it all through her actions and her thoughts.
She taught me that being a woman was more than “appearance, hair, makeup, clothes.”
Although those things were important to her,
they did not take precedence over who she truly was.
She always said beauty fades but character does not.
That being kind never goes out of style.
That as you age your dignity, spirit and mind are more important than ever.
My Mom was a pie maker and baker from way back. She grew up during the depression and
no matter how bare her cupboards might appear to a stranger, she always had back up’s tucked
here and there. She could take some cornstarch, some extract, eggs, sugar, vanilla, flour and
Crisco and have the finest pie assembled for Sunday dinner.
She was a creator, a doer, a dynamic forceful combination of talent, handwork and womanly
She grew an amazing garden in the Summer and canned it all in the Fall.
In the Winter she feed us on all of those colorful jars of goods from her garden.
Today I am recognizing ~
Real women who have the battle scars of pregnancies,
survived hearts broken by men and bruised by children.
Women who just gave birth and are tired beyond words,
women who are getting up in the middle of the night with sick children.
Women who give tirelessly at work and at home.
Women who now, or have cared for their own Mothers and Fathers.
Those of us who have…
Loose skin from those babies we grew in our wombs for a full, long 9 months.
Breasts that are no longer perky because of babies we feed and nurtured.
Scars from c-sections, prolapses from natural births.
Women who have their journey to share.
Women who transcend through the decades. who age with style. and grace through the moments of
life and retain their dignity, who own who they are.
Women who are in the trenches everyday, young women who are at gymnastic classes,
ballet recitals, PTA meetings, carpools, all of you are working as hard as you can to make
responsible children and future adults.
Just a little reflection and tribute today to the amazing Mom I had,
and the amazing women I have in my life now.
My daughters, my friends and you.
So, today if you have a moment let the women in your life know how much you appreciate
who they are, I just know they will love to hear those words.
Please Join Me