Nov 13 2008
I am woman, hear me roar…then open that pickle jar please
Being a woman in this day and age can be a very confusing time. On one hand, most of us are taught at young ages that a man is supposed to take care of us and we are supposed to take care of the children. We were supposed to be stay at home moms, dinner on the table at 6, and enjoying sex was never ever something we discussed. Yet on the other, we want to be treated as equals, to be seen as supporting the family in a monetary way also.
Now, I can name on one hand the number of friends I have that are happily married two parent households. I am not one of them, at least not yet. I am in the category of single, yet happily dating a wonderful man, mother of three children. I am a divorced abuse survivor, a full time worker, and sometimes I feel as if I am split in four directions at once.
I am lucky enough to have found the man who I know eventually, once we both get past the scared stage, I will end up with for life. This time around, I took my time, and got to know him, in fact, I still learn new things each day. Today I learned something about myself, something that shook me for a few minutes. As much as I had dreamed about being taken care of, while I was the stay at home, cook and cleaner, I don’t want it. I like working, and I’m damned good at it. I love the fact that I can say I support the family, I havent had that in a long long time.
Luckily enough, I also get treated like the lady I am in public, and the woman I am in private. I can have long deep conversations with my love, and he respects my opinions, whether he agrees with them or not. He holds doors open, and asks me how I am.
So I guess in my world, in my own thinking, it’s okay now that I don’t have the same life my grandmothers and aunts did. I have it pretty damn good the way things are, whether I bring in the money or not. I still know at the end of the day, when we look over my paycheck, my guy will still have to open the damn pickle jar for me, and that’s fine by me. I’m a woman, not superman.
