Yesterday I celebrated Mother’s Day with my husband and my three beautiful children. Being a mother is the hardest, most challenging and most rewarding job all wrapped up in one exhausting package. The experiences of a mother, and of women in general, cannot be overlooked and duplicated. I’m sick and tired of women being treated as if we are an “idea” and not what we are: amazing, beautiful creatures and the creators of life.
There is this strange movement right now in which no one will define the word woman. The ‘Daily Wire’s’ Matt Walsh is producing an entire documentary on it. The new Supreme Court nominee, Ketanji Brown-Jackson, said she can’t define ‘woman’ because she’s not a biologist. When did saying the word ‘woman’ become controversial? Why are we pretending like women don’t exist? We are being fed this lie that anyone can be a woman and it’s extremely offensive.
A woman is someone who suffers through a very inconvenient and oftentimes painful reminder of her womanhood each month. She will deal with this irritating experience from the time of adolescence all the way until late adulthood, enduring the ugly side effects of raging hormones, excruciating cramps and the total nuisance of it all. She will go about her daily life, quietly suffering through this lovely little “gift” each month, knowing it is an innate part of her.
A woman is someone who discovers she is pregnant and for 9 months feels a human growing inside of her. She feels every movement and every ache and pain that comes with it. She pushes her body to a limit she doesn’t even know she had in order to get that baby here safely. She feels the immense and immediate love when the baby is placed on her chest and she experiences the discomfort and extreme pain of recovery after childbirth. Her body is no longer her own and the resulting aches and scars will last a lifetime. She also knows her life will never be the same.
A woman is also someone who puts her body through ruthless and unrelenting medical treatment in order to have the opportunity to bring a child into this world. She is poked and prodded and gets daily shots of hormones and medications. She too pushes her body to the limit and will gladly suffer through any pain if it means she will be a mother. She experiences loss that is too immense for words and she carries that grief daily. Then she starts all over again because she is strong and brave and relentless.
A woman knows what others need before they even know it themselves. She puts everyone’s needs above her own and she doesn’t think twice about it. She comforts, loves, cries when others cry and suffers when others suffer. She is so much more than an “identity” or a “state of mind.” She is what makes the world go round and she deserves to be celebrated, praised, honored, and acknowledged, not erased.