A challenge was posed yesterday during our women’s month podcast recording.
“NAME a WOMAN you admire.”
The answers?
Our mothers.
Our teachers.
Our peers.
Why is there not one recognizable name of a woman we admire?
Because all the names of the greatest women converge under just one: DAUGHTER.
Not every woman is a mother, but every woman is a daughter.
We are the daughters of centuries of silence, patience, and quiet strength.
We are the daughters who waited at home with our mothers for our fathers to return from wars. We learned to mend, sew, till, plant, create, teach, advocate, love.
We are the daughters standing on the shoulders of women who raised their hands in the boardroom full of men to represent us.
We are the daughters with voices drowned out by expectations of being feminine, graceful, beautiful, motherly, loving, kind, understanding, quiet, submissive, supportive, silent.
We are the daughters expected to claim our pronouns, she/her, which we know we owned since birth.
Yet, inside of us, are raging flares of wicked thoughts.. of world domination.. of dreams to go beyond gender and seek representation and recognition.
She is vocal.
She is represented.
She is at peace.
She is whatever you see her to be.
She is a daughter.