Today was one of those “moody-nostalgic ” day of my life. I woke up to the rumbling of thunder and thought for a moment our old house was gonna crumble to the ground in pieces. I looked out the window and the sky was still dark. It couldn’t be morning already right? But the sudden shriek of my alarm sent me out of my reverie. It was 5:00 am yet the sky looked like night.
My eyes were still sleepy and a flicker of light made me realize I fell asleep with the TV on. I was watching a really late movie but didn’t remember if I finished it…. I guess not. I turned off the TV and closed my eyes to go back to sleep. But the thunder outside was so loud it shook the foundations of the house and along with it my fragile bed! In a few minutes the pitter patter of rain could be heard on the rooftops getting louder. AHHHH another cold wet day ahead.
This would be a good reason to snuggle in bed under the warm sheets…. but tried as I might, sleep evaded me. My mind was alert and churning thoughts.
Last night, I spent another interesting time with my two great friends and my friend’s other two friends. We were all ladies in the bunch. we had a terrific dinner…. a mouthwatering brownie cup each for dessert and the most fantastic time together… talking and giggling about just anything we could think off and talk about.
Two nights earlier, I had the best pasta in town (one which passed my personal standards of course… since I make the really best pasta anywhere… hehehe), a cup of mochachino coffee and two servings of pistachio sans rival with my long time friend Jan, who just got back from Canada where she migrated with her family four years ago. It was the first time we saw each other in four years and there were just so many things to talk about! In between sniffles, since both of us had the colds, we managed to laugh, cry and practically express every emotion there is available in the planet as we talked from night till the early morning light…. just like the good ole times!
We didn’t get to sleep at all, but we went home both feeling elated, invigorated and recharged. That is totally the wonder of being women! So many men, my friends included often ask me how we women could never seem to get tired talking! But then I say, men don’t get it. We women don’t just talk and talk and talk as what the men think…. we know that we women, when we get together, we give of ourselves and get something in return.
We know that when we talk especially when we bond with our very good friends, something magical happens. When we are happy, we share the joy. When we are hurting, we heal ourselves. When we are in pain, we console each other. When we are in despair, we give hope. When we are confused, we find answers. When we are triumphant, we feel proud. We women, practically share pain as much as we share our joys. For we know that in dividing the pain we have lessened its impact on us…. and sharing our joy will greatly strengthen us.
Today, as I opened my e-mail, I read this article my sister sent me and it was just so timely to what I was thinking about us… women. I would like to share this with you all women out there….. Let us celebrate our WOMANHOOD!
Read on….
By the time the Lord made woman,He was into his sixth day of working overtime..An angel appeared and said,“Why are you spending so much time on this one?”
And the Lord answered, “Have you seen my spec sheet on her?She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart, and she will do everything with only two hands.”
The angel was astounded at the requirements.“Only two hands!? No way! And that’s just on the standard model?That’s too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish.”
“But I won’t,” the Lord protested.“I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart.She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days.”
The angel moved closer and touched the woman.“But you have made her so soft, Lord.”
“She is soft,” the Lord agreed,“But I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.”
“Will she be able to think?”, asked the angel.
The Lord replied,“Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate.”
The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman’s cheek.“Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one.”
“That’s not a leak,” the Lord corrected, “that’s a tear!”
“What’s the tear for?” the angel asked.
The Lord said, “The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride.”
The angel was impressed. “You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing.”
And she is!
Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up to injustice.
They don’t take “no” for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. They’ll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail youto show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compassion and ideals. They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital things to say and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
We women give so much of ourselves most of the time… we forget to leave something for ourselves to keep. In doing so, we lose our own personal worth.
Let us remember, what is worth giving if in return we lose ourselves?
