This was written on a blog from a friend of mine. Her mom is currently being treated for cancer. It made me think of all the strong moms I've been privileged to know in my life. I find it interesting that throughout history women have been portrayed as the weaker sex. I suppose strength wise they are but that is such a small part of strength. Mothers in particular have an incredible amount of strength when it comes to defending and protecting their families. I don't even know how many times my own mother has reared up to protect her own:)
I remember a lady I took care of as she was having her baby. Afterwards she looked at her baby and her husband and in reverent tones declared..."look what we have done". And another beautiful family had begun. I think of my grandma as she was dying. She was so calm and peaceful and giving encouragement to all those around her. My dad said she knew how to die. Their is a story in my religion of a woman whose oxen became sick as she was crossing the plains. They refused to move anymore. But she would not give up hope. She knelt...said a prayer...and pulled those oxen to their feet to continue on.
I've seen women who are terrified of c-sections choose to have a necessary one. I've seen women choose to work through labor without drugs because they feel that is what is best for their child. Among my own friends I've seen great trials overcome. Tears split and heartaches felt. Yet they endure. Not just endure...they flourish. They serve. They bring hope. They kiss away tears. And bring joy to one of the most cherished of all...a little child. I honor the women in my life...I honor my friends. I honor those who experience heartache disease or pain. For these are my examples that I build my own life upon. We are all stronger than we think.