¡Eres A Toda Madre!
It’s not just about “bringing home the bacon.”
It isn’t about simply having equal rights (or extra rights in some cases)
It’s about so much more.
It’s about: making the coffee, pouring it into our travel mugs, getting the kids up and preparing their breakfast, helping them put their shoes on, packing their lunches, walking them to school, rushing back to get the coffee mug, getting in our cars, sitting in traffic, looking in the rear view mirror to make sure our lipstick looks pretty (and put on properly), finally getting to the office, working our butts off, rushing back home (if we’re not stuck in traffic), throwing in some laundry, helping with the homework, playing a little, start dinner, say hi to the significant-other, fold the laundry and throw the kids in the shower, watch a little tv or read a book, glance at the significant other and nod a “hi, again”.
All in a matter of maybe a 12-14 hour day. (Which makes me think of a future post “stop chasing productivity!)
And, even after all this is done, it’s about more and more, and still, more.
It’s about cramming for finals right after you get home from work; or looking through the want ads for a new job; or calling your network of people hoping they can use your services. It’s about taking-in achievements and encountering small snags. AND, doing ALL this completely with ease and with grace even if, inside, our blood is boiling and our brain is racing and almost fried. Yes, there are a few sighs and grunts in between and voila!, we’re good to go, again!
It’s about making time to sit with our other beautiful women (including our own moms) in our lives and have a cup of coffee or a glass of a favorite cab, or straight rum ‘al tiempo’, and share ideas (that are “completamente, a toda madre!”). It’s about making time to dream of changing our world, to go to our book clubs, to hang out in our favorite bars, or sit together and say nothing, to be fun and have fun, to be pleasant, to be sexy, to be angry and vent about our country’s cucked up history, and to fix our lipstick, and wipe our tears, and to hug and smile at each other and support one another. It’s about realizing that we are this and that, and so much more. Yes, we are! Because we can. Because we should. Because it’s good for us (and good for the others too).
We, women, tend to be special beasts. most of us want to be the center of attention, the cure for the broken, the shoulder to lean on, the one that got away, the one that made a difference, the better one, the leader of the pack , the smart one, the comforting one, the achiever, the one they can’t live without, and the one everyone seems to admire!
It’s nice to be all that but, seriously!? Bitch, no! Please, let the light shine elsewhere!
Friends, if you grab the spotlight more often than necessary, please pass it down.
Let the rest of the women in your life stand out. Hear their voices- Let them shine too.
You know who you are. Pass the spotlight, friend!
Because, believe me, we can also be mean bitches. Because as cool as we are, we might just leave you there and watch you brake and make sure you’re totally unfixable; we can lean the other way and watch you fall (slowly).
Yes, we can be the one that can easily get tired of attention-whores and dump them. We can be the one that has no problem saying fuckoff, move over, you narcissistic selfish bitch.
Still, at the end of everything, let’s not hold grudges. Let’s be stronger than ever and consider me your equal.
We will be stronger than ever.