I posted the following in a topic a little over a year ago and I think it deserves a spot here because my parents brought my brothers and I up by example TOGETHER. My mother was a child of the 50's and 60's, and she firmly rejected the feminist movement and as a result, I believe that she is the epitome of a truely liberated woman.
Last winter I performed a fire alarm inspection for a church near the Boston area. When I was in the parish hall testing devices, I made my way to the bathroom areas and in the ladies room there was one of those spiritual message plaques hanging on the wall by the door. It was titled "a strong woman versus a woman of strength". I took the time to read carefully. It made clear what the Christian womens point of positon was as opposed to what the worldly feminist one projects.
I thought about the women of my past and present. The first example of a woman of strength was my Mom. As far back as I can remember, she was ever present in the lives of my brothers and I. My Dad worked two jobs, 1st shift for the county and then he always had some kind of custodial job to make ends meet. My Mom worked third shift as a nurse. My Dad would be coming home exausted and my Mom would be heading out for her 11 to 7 shift. She would be getting in exausted as my Dad would be heading out. She helped my Dad and never once complained about it. And to her credit our house was spotless and the food was always good and plentiful. I remember when I was in high school my Mom got a great paying job as a visiting nurse, She made more money than my Dad, but of course I didn't find this out until many years later, because my Dad was the head of the house and my Mom had no reason to show him up.
When managed care became the montra in the healthcare industry, my Mom would always find ways to make sure her patients therapy or medication wasn't cut off due to the system. My Mom never bragged, but I do remember how proud and humbled she was when she came home one day to tell us that she saved the life of one of her patients that stopped breathing on her while she was on one of her visits. My Dad tried to do home improvemment, but the fact was he wasn't very handy. That coupled with the fact that he was always working it was up to my Mom to take things in hand, and She did. My Mom taught us how to swing a hammer and paint. How to solve problems with logical and deductive reasoning. She taught us how to do laundry, cook, clean and manage a household. When we visited my brother at his graduation from boot camp at Paris Island, She told the drill instructor that she was my brothers first drill instructor. He laughed with her and told her that he knew it was true because of the discipline that he showed during his training.
When my Mom was diagnosed with lung cancer she was given 18-24 months to live. She found a wonderful cancer Dr. In Boston that wanted to take the most agressive radiation and chemotherapy measures possible. So aggresive that they needed to do pshychological evaluations on her to see if her mind was going to be able to handle it without faling apart. She had always put her faith in God and this time She had asked God to give her just enough time to live long enough to see my first child born. Well, She is going on 6 years cancer free and four grandchildren later.
To this day my Mom will not acknowledge that she did a good Job with us. Her reply is that she really wont know if that is true until she sees how her grandchildren turn out. The thing that I will never forget was her reply when I made a comment on all of their accomplishments together. She said that she could never have done it alone! In my opinion there isn't a strong woman that could hold a candle to this woman of strength.