With the eastern and western hemispheres of the world so drastically divided through cultures and, sometimes, religions, how can I define the amazingness of women? I am asking myself how I can measure this concept. There is no mathematical algorithm that can define what makes a woman amazing. The struggles of humanity vary, and for a woman, who’s physiological chemistry changes throughout her life – her ability to progress and be successful in her life are amazing to me on a small, daily scale as well as on a larger, lifelong scale.
It is an interesting fact that while men have typically viewed women as the “weaker sex”, women have often been viewed as the most powerful beings in history: “In Greek mythology, for example, it was a woman, Pandora, who opened the forbidden box and brought plagues and unhappiness to mankind” (wic); Eve of the famed Garden is also viewed as the reason for man’s miseries; and Mary, mother of Jesus, is revered in the Catholic church. Let us not forget also that life grows inside of a woman’s body. Of course, an equally, but altogether differently amazing male is required for this creation, but I find it uniquely amazing that a human being can grow inside the body of a woman.
Societies have had Queens, such as Cleopatra and Elizabeth; and leaders such as Angela Merkel, the current Chancellor of Germany, and Marillyn A. Hewson, the current President and CEO of Lockheed Martin (lockheed). We see successful women such as Michelle Obama, Ivanka Trump, Betty White, and the incredible young woman called Malala Yousafzai. With their individual accomplishments, almost all of these women were/are also mothers. Dual roles that are seemingly impossible to manage on their own, let alone simultaneously. How then, do women do it? How are they able to lift themselves up in a world that largely sees them as “less than”? How do they lift themselves to overcome the bias that exists regarding their capabilities and thus, opportunities for education? How do they have babies, this incredible experience that wreaks havoc on their bodies and exhaustion in their minds, and yet still lift themselves up to continue the work they were doing before or to pursue success they hadn’t previously dreamed of? How do they walk through life in the body they were given, only to have it admired or ridiculed – and in the darkest of circumstances, violated – only to lift themselves up, continuing to pursue their goals and their dreams? Women do it because they are amazing.
The mama down the street who didn’t know how tired she would be. The woman downtown who sips wine and laughs with friends on a Friday night, but occasionally laments the loss of creating her own family. The woman who seems to have it all – family and career, her personal struggles unknown to passersby. The woman who has all of that, but also the added burden of paparazzi chronicling her every move, waiting to pounce on every perceived misstep. The woman who lives her life while bombs explode around her day and night. All of these women are amazing in their own ways, and collectively, women are the only people who can truly know what it is to be a woman. Although we may not know what it is to fall asleep to the sound of bombs, or to wake up with a thousand cameras outside our door, women do know what it is to navigate life with all of our female intricacies.
I am personally not absent of inappropriateness or judgment, but I wholly believe that women should support each other – even in the occasional face of uncalled-for laughter. Through this blog, I hope to create a community of respect for all of our trials and heartaches, accomplishments and joys, because women need women. We are each other’s village that is so clearly absent from modern society – for children, teenagers, young women, mothers, and cranky old ladies. Whether mothers or not, it is my opinion that women need the healthy support and guidance of other women. This is my journey into finding that village.