Today is all about honoring the women that brought us into this world, and those who usher use gracefully through it. It’s a day to say thank you to the goddess within all of us; and to find peace with that inner feminine.
I’m so grateful to all the beautiful ladies in my life. My mother, Nana, step-mother, aunt; those deceased and even those I’ve yet to meet. Like my future daughter, and the person that she’ll make out of me.
I give thanks to my Nana for passing on her love of food and passion to share it with others. I may have mentioned it on the blog before but when I was a little girl, around 5 years old, Nana would give me free rein of the kitchen. Within the boundaries of safety, nothing was off limits. I’d mix flour and spices in big bowls, and we’d sometimes bake my creations. Nothing was edible. My Easy Bake Oven took the backseat when Nana was around.
My friends and I would make mud pies, cakes and cookies out of dirt and grass then “bake” them in the mailbox out front. I was never scolded for this. Creativity was nurtured and encouraged as much as reading and writing. I’d paint a picture at school, and Nana would tell me how beautiful it is. I’d dance for hours in the living room, and my family would give me their attention and gladly watch. Fashion shows in my Nana and mother’s clothes, Barbie mansions built into the dining room cabinet, indoor forts and jungle gyms crafted on and around an upturned mattress every week on laundry day. My Nana’s house was my oyster, and she still is my sunshine.
I know what it means to be a woman, and to be a mother because of the two ladies that raised me. To live as fully as they intended, to follow my passions and to be willing to soar is the only way to get close to thanking them. It is that motivation that propels me forward.