Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Lover, Nurturer, Warrior

I know a woman who has figured out what it means to be a woman.
She isn’t perfect, and it doesn’t matter, because that isn’t the point. The point is that while I don’t always understand her, I see that she has figured out things that I know intellectually but cannot practically apply.
She is a woman, and she inspires her husband to be a man.
She is lovely, but she spends very little time in front of the mirror.
She shows weakness when I wouldn’t, but instead of being turned off by this, people feel compelled to support her, especially her husband. She shows strength when I couldn’t.
She chooses her battles very carefully, so when its time to fight, she has all her resources at her disposal.
She is sensual and gentle, warm and inviting, witty and intelligent. And she is a warrior.
She makes herself, her home, her life beautiful, but the endeavor is not such a high priority that it overshadows the improvement of her soul.
She is comfortable in her skin.
Her harsh words are reserved for the people and occasions that deserve it.
She is strong enough to protect herself, her children, even her husband but her presence does not emasculate, it edifies.
She knows herself, betters herself and feels comfortable alone.
She is not afraid to die.
She is not afraid to live.
She lives in the moment. She knows when to hold back, and when to throw caution to the wind. She is easily delighted and hard to offend. She is fiercely loyal to her family, her friends, herself and her God. She isn’t swayed by what people think of her. She knows what she likes, who she is and what she wants, but not to the exclusion of others’ needs.
If you meet her, you will learn things about yourself and the world. She is worldly but not cynical. She uses discretion, but she is not a prude. She is easy to get to know, but will continue to surprise you because she is always growing and learning.
She is a composite of several women I know, in fact, including a little of myself.
She is the woman I hope to be someday.
She is the antidote to the self inflicted downfall of femininity and chivalry.
She is Fanny Price, Princess Leia and the Proverbs 31 woman.
She is the best parts of my mother, my grandmothers, my friends and me. She is not the cure for every one of the world’s ailments, but she is salve for the wounds.

1 comment:

Debbi Thinks Deep said...

Beautiful. Well stated. As always.