With each passing day that I notch upon my proverbial age belt, the more I am sure that resistance is what actually ages us.
The resistance to what IS and the aching for what WAS. That, to me, seems the cause of our eternal angst.
Now I can only speak from my own personal existence and experience, so that’s what I’m going to do…
What am I resisting?
The fact that, as women, most of us have to take care of ourselves and our families now, financially that is. It hasn’t always been this way. As a matter of fact, my OWN angst is from my seemingly hard-wired yearning to go back to the ‘way it was’ so that I could do on a daily basis what my soul seems to love doing.
And what IS it that my soul loves doing? Caring for others. Tending to the things that make a person happy, healthy, wealthy and wise. Raising children…mine and other people’s so they respect the world and themselves enough to grow into responsible adults who have children who…you get the idea.
My soul loves to prepare cookies and muffins and soups for the people in my lives. Why? I don’t know. Perhaps I instinctually know that they need nourishment and I can provide it in a loving, healthy way. Maybe the smile on their faces as they lather butter on a hot banana muffin in anticipation of something yummy or watching them take a sip from a tall glass of ice-cold milk after the virgin bite of a rich, melting dark chocolate cookie freshly snatched from the hot oven.
All I do know is that the more women I talk to, especially women who around my age (51), the more I realize it’s not just me. It seems that women all over the world are craving the lifestyle they seem hard-wired to live; the lifestyle many of us witnessed our mothers living…until, and if, they got divorced that is. At that point, many of them lost their ‘do what you love for free’ cards and had to go to work. And many remarried quickly so as to reclaim that card as quickly as possible.
Ah, but the times they are a changin’ you might be humming to yourself. But don’t hum too loudly. You may ‘think’ they have changed, but if you talk to a few young women in your circle of influence, those about to leave high school and be off on their own for the first time (depending on what culture you belong to), they have their proverbial eye on the prince, the white horse in the distance, the picket fence, the apron and oh yah, the cookies.
Only problem is that that just ain’t happenin’ much anymore and I personally feel an elephant of sadness sitting on my heart about it. I see women struggling financially everyday who are trying to make it on their own, kids who rarely see their mothers (and fathers) because they’ll all ‘out there’ trying to make it in the world. And yes, I see men who are struggling also who pay, sometimes happily, sometimes court-ordered) child support and alimony to the ones they once called ‘family’.
There’s no obvious solution to this short expression of my emotion this morning. Just that I continually question why WHAT IS has replaced so deeply what USED TO BE and question if it’s really what’s best for our human beingness. At this point, I don’t think it is.
However, that being said, I also realize that the stress I feel is of my own doing. It begins in my head when I occasionally allow myself to think about my mom’s life…the one where she happily (or so it seemed) took care of all of us and appreciated the job.
I think I’d like that job. Though the financial pay was no where to be seen, the payment to our mother’s souls and spirits was often all they needed to be the women they really wanted to be.
Just something to think about…






