Let me start this post by giving you a little background. I come from a family of strong women, very strong women. I don't mean the pulling trucks with their teeth kind of strength, I mean the pull yourself up by your boot straps kind. Perfect example, My grandmother likes to say of other women who are complaining about pregnancy or labor, "She speaks as though she is the first woman to ever have a baby?" So early on I was taught "weak" women were bad and "strong" women were good. I carried that view for many years. As I entered college, I swore that I would never do anything as silly as join a sorority. I carried that attitude on trips with friends, on women's retreats, and at women's conferences. But then, I grew up or at the very least I grew.
I grew to see that the women in my family have as many fears and insecurities as most other women. It was more a lack of being honest and vulnerable than actual strength I had experienced as a child.
I grew to see that all women are full of strength. Some of us struggle with this idea but it is true and often times it shows up most when we face hardships and trials.
I grew to see that we are a tribe and it is in our best interest to stick together rather than tear each other down. I am not talking about feminist movements or women vs men in any way. I am talking about the fact that I spend too much time comparing myself to others than celebrating my sisters.
I grew to see that being surround by women is inspiring and encouraging when I gleam the knowledge they have gathered on this journey and share the things I have learned with honesty and courage.
I grew and I pray I continue to grow.
Now I am a proud member of M.O.P.S. International which is a sisterhood of moms that have preschool aged children. I meet with a local group pf moms to share life, laughs, and struggles. I am honored to be a part of this group. Through that connection with M.O.P.S. I have been encouraged to write again and I love all that is stirring inside me. I hope you are able to connect to a group of people that can inspire you to Be You, Bravely!
I grew to see that the women in my family have as many fears and insecurities as most other women. It was more a lack of being honest and vulnerable than actual strength I had experienced as a child.
I grew to see that all women are full of strength. Some of us struggle with this idea but it is true and often times it shows up most when we face hardships and trials.
I grew to see that we are a tribe and it is in our best interest to stick together rather than tear each other down. I am not talking about feminist movements or women vs men in any way. I am talking about the fact that I spend too much time comparing myself to others than celebrating my sisters.
I grew to see that being surround by women is inspiring and encouraging when I gleam the knowledge they have gathered on this journey and share the things I have learned with honesty and courage.
I grew and I pray I continue to grow.
Now I am a proud member of M.O.P.S. International which is a sisterhood of moms that have preschool aged children. I meet with a local group pf moms to share life, laughs, and struggles. I am honored to be a part of this group. Through that connection with M.O.P.S. I have been encouraged to write again and I love all that is stirring inside me. I hope you are able to connect to a group of people that can inspire you to Be You, Bravely!
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