If you opened this blog post expecting me to talk about how one sex is superior to the other, I am sorry to report that you are about to be disappointed. On the contrary, if you are looking for some inspirational honest and real life debunking of gender roles, look no further.
I come from a long line of strong women. I was raised by a single mom, a woman who left the fathers of her children in order to give her kids a better life. I was raised by a women who didn’t have a man to rely on for the dirty jobs, so she wore both hats. Mom wasn’t a women who was afraid to break gender roles. She was a carpenter, a plumber, and a gardener. Mom also wants afraid to show her feminine side. She always took great pride in maintaining beautiful nails, and she wore her rings and bracelets proudly. In her younger days she was quite the fashionista, she loved to experiment with her wardrobes, and sometimes even created dresses and blouses of her own.
Anyone who knew my mom knew she was strong. Both physically and emotionally. For most of her adult life she didn’t have a man to lean on, and she was often too proud to ask for help, so she learned how to make do on her own. I always admired my mother’s willingness to be self-sufficient, and independent. I would like to think that is something she passed on to me.
My mom’s mother is not much different. While she spent 60 years of her life married to my grandpa, (until he lost his battle to cancer) she never let that make her weak. Sure, my grandma is a woman who puts a lot of effort into maintaining her femininity, but don’t let that fool you, she is as tough as nails! After all we are talking about the woman that would use her brother’s hunting tag, in order to help provide meat for the family.
I tend to think of myself as a rather strong, and independent woman. I have never been afraid to get dirty, or take on “a man’s job”. I have been changing oil since I was about 13 years old, and during the summers of my high school career I spent 12 -14 hour days working on a farm with one other girl, and about a dozen boys. Anyone who reads my blogs knows that I am not one of the girly girls. I am the first one to jump up to any task at hand. Since I have begun my life on the farm, I think I have amazed the George family, with my willingness to dive into ANY mess and learn. I am not always the best, at the farm tasks at hand, but I am always willing to learn. I would like to think that I am the way I am because I take after two of the most inspiring hard ass women I know…my mom and grandma.
Every day I feel lucky to have been raised in a family where being female is empowering.
Here’s to Strong Women! May we know them… May we be them… May we raise them…