“Love begins by taking care of the closest ones – the ones at home.” ~ Mother Teresa
I came across a faded photograph of my Gram recently. After the initial pangs of loneliness for her company passed, I focused hard on the worn image of a worn woman. My Gram never aged. Countless black and white prints stored in antique cigar boxes ranging from the 1920s to the new millennium are proof. Gram always looked old.
I thought about my contemporaries and the lives they lead – a constant effort on balancing family, career, home, romance and self. In attempting to do it all, we excel in little, except perhaps, exhaustion. We are a generation of actresses. As long as things appear to be “just right” then they must be. Who ever said we can have it all lied.
Did our mothers and grandmothers feel this way? Is it a legacy we want to give our daughters? All the qualities we cherish the most about the women in our past are fading. Generations of skill sets are becoming extinct. A woman no longer teaches her daughter how to cook or bake, but rather how to operate a microwave. How many know how to set a formal table, have a pillowcase on their bed they embroidered, or can sew at all? How many teach proper etiquette? Home Economics, if offered, is no longer mandatory. Instead schools and mothers encourage daughters to be all they can be … all that is, except a woman.
What warm memories will future Grams leave? Will great grand childen recall nothing but trips to Mickey Ds, the great bakery their Gram used, or the fact we looked younger than our own mothers and grandmothers?
It was not until I entered the wonderful world of blogging that I learned all modern women are not the same. There are many that believe and live the same way I do — that these abilities are treasured heirlooms and should be collected and passed down from generation to generation; that it is an honor to be tending to a home and family. We take pride in what some may view as mundane but necessary tasks; making each day special and another chance to express love. We spend our days defining what it is to be blessed and born a woman. We know it is more important to give ourselves to others rather than things; to spend time not money.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely, with the most toys, in a well preserved body. I plan to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, sharing all my mother and her mother gave me, totally worn out.
I linked to “A few of my favorite blog Posts 2010” at The Lettered Cottage