Writing Strong Women
Writing Strong Women
I am attending the wedding of my youngest son this week, so my mind goes to family even more that normal. To that end, I am posting a re-run blog post about my mother. And while I am here, I am collecting powerful ideas for new blog posts on strong women.
People hear I am an author writing strong women, and the first thing they ask is if I grew up around strong women. My first reaction was to say no, I didn’t. But in retrospect, strong women come in all sizes and versions.
My mother, Ruth Thomas, did not model for me how to find my voice, or how to stand up for myself, or how to be assertive and develop a healthy self-confidence. Nor did she teach me I could do anything.
My mother, Ruth Thomas, was born in early September in the year 1919. She and a younger sister, born two years later, where considered ‘change of life babies.’ Their mother, Dora, The women in my family did not have a voice. With little education or communication skills, they never learned to be assertive, nor did they achieve lofty goals. (And likewise, they had no women role models in their life modeling those straits.) For the most part, they survived, and perhaps a few thrived. The idea of them working outside the home was something their husbands would never approve or allow. They spent their lives as dependent, submissive, subservient women. Perhaps that’s a lesson in itself. It certainly inspired me to step outside the mold they set for me. However, it took me until mid-life, and decisions on my part to get there. It was a tremendous struggle. Sometimes I wonder how different my life would have been if I had those strong role models.
That’s not to say the women in my life didn’t have the strength of staying power. They fulfilled their responsibilities as wives and mothers. They survived the tough times of the Great Depression and two world wars. They washed their family’s clothes on rub boards with lye soap, or out in the backyard over a wash pot. They cooked, they cleaned, they went to church, and they fed the preacher on Sundays. They delivered their children with little or no anesthesia. That takes a certain type of strength, don’t you think?
Strong women come in all kinds of shapes and sizes.