hear me roar. (Two posts in one month with a Helen Reddy reference...)
Last night, before heading up the stairs to shower, my belly was going to drive me insane with it's itchiness! With skin stretched to the max, this is a common occurrence. The itching was on the very underside of my belly; the part I can't see, the part that touches my thighs when sitting, or walking up stairs.
I remove my clothes to get in the shower, and I find blood on them, a warning sign for any pregnant woman. Upon closer examination, it looked like the bleeding came from my thigh. I looked at my thigh and saw a trace of blood, but no wound. I called John up the stairs to investigate. I couldn't see the underside of my belly, so someone had to check it out.
In my efforts to relieve the itching, I had scratched myself raw in one area, and when climbing the stairs, the place where my belly and thigh met was where the blood rubbed off.
As my husband got me some toilet paper to hold on my scratch, I was feeling a little annoyed (from a scratch?!).
"Please tell me," I ask him in an annoyed tone, "what do men have to go through, or put up with? What pains do you have to bear in this life?"
He paused at the entrance of our bathroom, "Ummm... we deal with hormones." He smiled.
"Your own?" I ask, "Try again."
"We have to deal with teenagers." he said.
I roll my eyes, and just look at him.
"We have to work." he said.
"Yeah, women work too - and have babies, and periods, and deal with other womanly issues, all at the same time. Cry me a river."
He could tell there would be no good answers in this conversation, and as he walked out of our bedroom, he said, "Hey, Eve ate the apple first..."
"Thanks!" I called after him. While I showered, I thought about how easy men have it.
It's funny that that was my evening, and then this morning, I read this post on this blog. Read it. You can even read it now, and come back here if you'd like. It's about being a woman, and the divinity within women. I loved it. Really, we women are awesome, the potential we have within each of us is amazing. I mean, hello, we can multi-task for heaven's sake!
Last night, before heading up the stairs to shower, my belly was going to drive me insane with it's itchiness! With skin stretched to the max, this is a common occurrence. The itching was on the very underside of my belly; the part I can't see, the part that touches my thighs when sitting, or walking up stairs.
I remove my clothes to get in the shower, and I find blood on them, a warning sign for any pregnant woman. Upon closer examination, it looked like the bleeding came from my thigh. I looked at my thigh and saw a trace of blood, but no wound. I called John up the stairs to investigate. I couldn't see the underside of my belly, so someone had to check it out.
In my efforts to relieve the itching, I had scratched myself raw in one area, and when climbing the stairs, the place where my belly and thigh met was where the blood rubbed off.
As my husband got me some toilet paper to hold on my scratch, I was feeling a little annoyed (from a scratch?!).
"Please tell me," I ask him in an annoyed tone, "what do men have to go through, or put up with? What pains do you have to bear in this life?"
He paused at the entrance of our bathroom, "Ummm... we deal with hormones." He smiled.
"Your own?" I ask, "Try again."
"We have to deal with teenagers." he said.
I roll my eyes, and just look at him.
"We have to work." he said.
"Yeah, women work too - and have babies, and periods, and deal with other womanly issues, all at the same time. Cry me a river."
He could tell there would be no good answers in this conversation, and as he walked out of our bedroom, he said, "Hey, Eve ate the apple first..."
"Thanks!" I called after him. While I showered, I thought about how easy men have it.
It's funny that that was my evening, and then this morning, I read this post on this blog. Read it. You can even read it now, and come back here if you'd like. It's about being a woman, and the divinity within women. I loved it. Really, we women are awesome, the potential we have within each of us is amazing. I mean, hello, we can multi-task for heaven's sake!
Seriously, I think women are so powerful! We were divinely designed to be powerful.
One of my favorite quotes from the post I read this morning was this:
"She isn't less than, or more than, the next woman or man. She is her own entity which becomes cheapened when compared to others. When following the promptings inside of her soul to do whatever is important for her own life plan she simply has no equal."
I've felt that way for a long time now. I stopped comparing myself to others a long time ago, because I realized there is no other woman like me, and there is no other woman like you. There is no one to impress, but yourself. There is no one to compete with, but the forces trying to make you not follow the promptings you receive. I've been given a special set of talents, and you've been given a special set of talents, and when we follow through with those we have "no equal" because we don't share the same set of talents to compare. When we follow through with our talents, potential, and the "promptings inside our soul," we might as well be wearing our super woman capes.
Because, we really are super women.
And, occasionally, super women forget they are super women, and whine about scratches on the underside of their ginormous pregnant bellies.
1 comment:
Oh hermana, good post. Some times being a woman feels like and up hill climb...
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