May 16, 2011
Choices
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Although I had nothing to do with it, my first role was daughter. This was quickly followed by sister and then later friend, girlfriend, lover, wife, and mother. I watched my mother and other women juggle their life. I watched at how well they did and promised myself to never make the mistakes I saw.
It didn't take long to feel buried under the weight of all the roles I had to play. I respected just how hard it was. More than that was how often I needed to prioritize or even choose one role over another. I made mistakes I vowed I would never make. The hardest thing to learn was to not look over my shoulder (at the past) with regret but to look forward to the future with optimism.
Now I have perspective on life and I contemplate WHICH one of the roles women play is the most difficult and I keep coming back to mother. Because it never ends? Maybe. My daughter now asks my advice weekly (this is something new) and even my ninety-year-old mother calls for help. Yikes!
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Posted by Nancy Rossman
on May 16, 2011 at 11:05 AM
in Women's roles |
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