Fortune is not for the faint-hearted.--Sophocles
I was a faint-hearted young wife and mother. I deferrerd--to everybody. Not a contentious thing escaped my lips. These may be good qualities, but, looking back, I realize I did myself a disservice by always being willing to give in. And give up.
These days, I'm more of a tiger than a pussy cat. (Though I adore my cat.) I've written in earlier posts how I channel my mama wolverine when someone threatens my family. In fact, that same wolverine made an appearance or two in my younger days, but never in defense of myself.
I let people walk all over me. And I took it. Again and again. I allowed others to see me as weak and wimpy and wussy. (Don't you love a good alliteration?)
I still occasionally struggle to stand up for myself, but menopause (with its accompanying lack of estrogen) has given me the gumption to stand up and give back as good as I get. Yes, I'm a menopausal mama with her own set of claws and fangs.
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