It’s Mother’s Day. I want you to celebrate! I want you to celebrate whether or not you are a mother, whether you’re on you’re way to being one, whether your kids are grown, or if you have no plans to be a mother. I want you to celebrate because you’re a woman and you’re beautiful, amazing, gifted, and awesome.
I’ve been on a personal journey lately, thinking a lot. Thoughts about myself and about other people, especially the women in my life whom I am privileged to know. Yesterday I spent the morning in the company of some of these incredible women. I felt uplifted and inspired just by being in their company. And I was happy, too. After we parted ways, I thought some more about the things that I’ve been pondering lately in my heart. And today, on this special day (which should be a holiday for all women, not just mothers), I want to share a story with you, inspired by some of my thoughts.
Once upon a time, women were created and they were all given the power of awesome. Each woman’s awesome was a little different. Even though some awesomes were similar, no two were exactly the same.
And it was good this way. Women (every single one of them) were able to help each other and the rest of the world because they all had some awesome to contribute. Some were healers, some were excellent listeners, some were particularly hard workers, some were clever, some were extra kind, some asked thoughtful questions, some fed others well, some were very knowledgeable, some were resourceful and others had other forms of awesome. In truth, there are so many kinds of awesome, they can’t all be written.
And then, because there is always opposition, another power came along and thought, How can I diminish the awesome these women have? I can’t take their awesome from them. They have to give it up. I’ll find a way to make them surrender it themselves.
And so the opposition went out and started to sow seeds of doubt in women’s minds. The opposition taught the women to compare their own special awesome to the awesome of others. And the women started worrying and wondering if their awesome was as good as their neighbors’ or their sisters’ or their mothers’ or their friends’. They started worrying that maybe they weren’t really awesome at all. This led the way to competing with each other, each trying to prove that her awesome was best. Women would try to make their awesome the same as others’ awesome and simultaneously show off what they thought the “best” awesome was. The opposition had lots of tools to make comparisons and competing happen. He made it easy for women to show their best faces to the world, while hiding the parts that weren’t as pretty. And he made it easy for the women to access and see all these pretty things that were being presented. It was all too easy.
And that’s how they began to surrender their awesome. They began losing sight of themselves, who they really were, and their own awesome. In their concern over looking as awesome as they thought everyone else was, they forgot about their own awesome. They didn’t nurture it. They gave it up.
And chaos reigned, because the world needed all the different kinds of awesome. It needed the workers and the nurturers and the cooks and the cleaners and the teachers and the funny ones and the kind ones and the straightforward ones and all the other ones because remember, there are just too many to name. Things just wouldn’t work without each and every one. And the women suffered too. Because they felt sad and confused inside. They forgot who they were. And they struggled, too, because they needed the awesome that others had once offered in abundance.
Luckily, happily, the bestower of the awesome sowed some seeds of reason in this chaotic world. And some of the women began to listen. They realized that they weren’t their neighbor’s or their friend’s or their sister’s or even their mother’s awesome and that they never would be. The only kind of awesome they could really be was their own.
And so they began to embrace it. They loved themselves for their own special brand of awesome, and they loved their neighbors and friends and sisters and mothers for theirs. And as they did, they got their awesome back. And it began to grow. And grow. And GROW. And everything in the world began to work properly again and there was peace, because there was peace in the hearts of the women who were happy with themselves. And they were able to nurture themselves and nurture each other and each one grew from their own awesome and the awesome of others.
And so today, please embrace who you are and what your awesome is. It doesn’t matter what you do or don’t do or how similar or different we all are from each other. The world needs you exactly as you are. I need you too. Just the way you are. Because you are AWESOME.