Here’s to the single women who raise children. As well as the mothers of these women who help, or raise their daughter’s and son’s children for them. Here’s to you, making your family by working as two people outside the home, and leading as two people inside the home. Doing this all as one person. Here’s to you putting a smile on every time a married woman calls herself a single mother. Here’s to every married woman who feels like a single mother. Here’s to you, each of you for not being bitter at one another. Here’s to still making forts, hosting birthday parties, and teaching your son how to throw. Teaching your daughter how to happy as herself and still love the thought of being in a good, honest, supportive, and equal relationship with a man. For teaching your son, that he is not the man of the house, that he is a little boy. That all children should spend as much time as possible being children. Here’s to the women who don’t want to marry, or when they do marry, they don’t want any children at all. Here’s to the aunties.
Here’s to you being kind to other mothers, to other women. Here’s to you for choosing if you want to work, or stay home. Here’s to feminism being about the freedom to make a choice that works for you without guilt. Here’s to you for not judging someone else’s choice for happiness defined by themselves. We are the women of the world. We are the healthy spirit that takes care, and nurtures ourselves and others. When women feel whole, happy and confident the entire world can work better. When war takes our families, it is the women who get back up. We get back up for ourselves, each other, for our children, and our communities. We see the world for all of it’s beauty, even in heartache. We see the pain, we see the bitter, and sure sometimes we are the victims. Sure sometimes we stay there, and that is OK. Do you want to know why? Somewhere else there is a woman who has been able to get back up. That is because another woman before her has shown her how, or given her a helping hand. That strength is like a pulse, sometimes just enough to get by on for that day. Enough to inspire. With that strength there is enough to go around for those who do get stuck. For those that need a bit more time. For those who lose hope. We women watch out for one another, for each others children when we fall. If you are not a mother, then at least you have one, or have had one. Even still maybe you have had another woman step in to fill that role. You know enough to not make it all about yourself, but enough to know that when you are in trouble you take care of yourself first. Or in really big trouble, you call on your mother. If your mother is one of the ones who is stuck, you call on another mother, or your other strong woman friend. For we all share it. We all have it in us. It comes out in different ways and in different callings, but it is there. For the mothers who can’t mother, we hire another mother. For the mothers who can’t be mothers, we find children who need us, or we let that little part of our soul ache and watch over the world in our own way. Or, we power on, for we are so powerful.
We raise the world, us women. We raise each other. When we feel we can’t do that, we find a woman to heal our wounds that may have even come from another wounded woman. We are not alone. We are the beat, the backbone, the unconditional love that is vibrating through the world. Where ever you heard your story here, don’t let it define you. Where ever you heard another woman’s story, be kind to her.
I see you. I see you all, and I am in awe. To truly be ourselves, living in our purpose and in our own happiness is a gift, one that we all deserve. We can also give this gift when we see each other in the same way.
– Sarah Leavens