Mother’s Day had serious expectations heaped upon it, such as handmade cards and someone else replacing the toilet paper for once. International Women’s Day? Just the same old fluff – gender parity, equal opportunities, more women in leadership, less violence blah blah.
Here are some words for the important girls and women that I know.
My daughter. I will never be disappointed in you, even if you don’t become the first female astronaut on Mars. (It would be VERY cool if you did though.)
My nieces. Can you hear that? It’s the sound of your big lives starting. Enjoy. I watch with hope and interest.
My female colleagues. You are smart and funny and interesting and ambitious. Please be kind to yourselves.
My lady friends. Thanks for not judging. We’ve got enough to deal with, without kicking each other behind the knees. We do not fight dirty.
My sisters in law. The paid work, the unpaid work, the family, the friends, the home decor – you are totally smashing it. All of it.
My mum. If you don’t want to live with me later on in life, I’ll pick a really good retirement home.
My mother in law. You are the head of a very impressive family of women. You can never have enough X chromosomes.
Here’s one I wrote earlier
Judgemental as anything. It’s not cool to judge, unless you are a legal official or preside over hotdog-eating competitions. Women and mothers – judge me not.
Let there always be kittens. One day I found myself hopping with a clickety click of the mouse from pictures of vintage French cheese labels, to a pro-anorexia, self-harm Tumblr site. I have never seen one of these before because I am neither interested in anorexia nor self-harm.