I sat back this week and started thinking about all the strong women in my life and how they each, in their own way, molded me into the person that I am today.
My mother was pretty strict on us and I think that helped me never want to dabble in the bad things that kids were trying when I was in school. Of course, it was my dad who instilled “don’t cheat, steal or lie” and then I added “don’t have no dirt and you won’t have to hide no dirt.”
But this is about the girls.
Speaking of girls, my daughters, now there’s a crazy bunch of girls. They must be; look at their mom. All three of them have totally different personalities and from watching them grow up into strong women they have taught me a few new things. Listen up, moms. This lesson is for you. My oldest daughter has taught me patience and how to be a good mom, my middle daughter taught me that I am still young, crazy and a big flirt and my youngest daughter taught me to be creative and that she thinks that I am still pretty because she looks just like me.
My girlfriends have taught me that strength and happiness come to us in different forms every day. I get stressed and suddenly I’m getting a goofy photo on a text message. I look up and it’s 1:30 p.m. and I haven’t eaten lunch and I call a friend and she says, “Yes, let’s go to lunch if we can go right this minute.” A day when everything in the office goes right because you hired an organized person. Taking a walk with a girlfriend and wondering why we would ever lose sleep over someone being upset with us for unknown reasons. Being there when someone needs to cry about a relationship gone wrong. A call from a friend that you miss dearly.
This is my “tribe.” They are kind and non-judgmental. They are my bright shining STaRs. They are Strong, Tenacious and Resilient.
Sometimes a star will become a shooting star and start breaking into pieces. It may look pretty from a distance but it is just lost and out of control. For those I say look to your faith. It will guide you.
It is said that we are born with our fists clenched, but we die with our hands open, and that our talents are the gift that God gave us. What we make of our talents is our gift back to God.
Our time is now to leave something that is everlasting with someone else.
I fall, I rise, I make mistakes
I live, I learn, I have been hurt
I have been broken but I am alive
I’m human but I am not perfect
I’m thankful for all that I have.
Karen Lopez is the publisher of The Sealy News. She can be reached at 979-885-3562 or via email at firstname.lastname@example.org.