I realized today how lucky I am to be surrounded by strong women.
Both at school and at home.
This morning, I got to talk to my big-in-law on her walk from Tate to Taylor.
That girl is a banjo-playing sweetheart.
I love talking to her. I know that if I ever needed anything, I could call her, my big sister, or a number of other people and I’d have an army by my side ASAP.
Tonight, Madre had a Wildtree Freezer Meal Workshop.
There were at least three generations of women in my house tonight–LOVE IT.
Lynn came, so you know it was a good time 😉
We sat around and talked about a whole lot of stuff, funny, sad, and painfully true.
But then, after talking about the vertigo that my uncle and I are both battling, I sort of zoned out, but then I heard Lynn say “butt vertigo” and I nearly died.
Now, that’s taken totally out of context, it was really something to the effect of “But vertigo…and so on.”
But I swear.
I started shaking my hips, and we all busted out laughing.
Then we decided that that is what Miley Cyrus was suffering from during the VMAs 😉
But the moral of my story is this.
I’ve always gotten along with guys better than I have girls.
But now, finding my own identity as a woman, I’m learning that really, we’re not that different.
And while, when I was little, “butt” was a forbidden word, my Mama was right there with us cracking up.
Sometimes, it’s hard for me to remember that we all have more similarities than differences, but that’s something I want to change.
I want to be the person that someone can go to when they’re feeling down, because I know those ladies such as my STUNT Exec Chair, my Big sister, and my Bigs-in-law are there anytime I need them.
And even if I go home every weekend I’m at Wesleyan, if somebody needs me, you can bet I’ll in my car and on my way to help someone if they need it.
It’s what our people do.
Sisterhood has to do with more than just Wesleyan, it’s across cultures, age, and background.
It’s mind-blowing. It’s caring. I love it.