Have you ever noticed how much love flows through the blogosphere among the hardworking mamas out there? Why is it that sometimes we can be these FABULOUSLY supportive girlfriends to each other, but when it comes to ourselves we’re parsimonious and suspicious? Is it too difficult to deal out the powerful sweet mama love to the inside girl as well as the out? I think it is.
What would happen if you applied all that sassy assertiveness ("you tell HIM that he should get his ASS out of bed and COOK, goddammit!!") to ourselves ("Honey, could you help out with breakfast tomorrow?")? What would happen if our compliments ("Sister, you are so gorgeous! Don’t you see what I see?") went inward as well as out ("Hey you, you’re definitely lookin’ like a hot mama!")?
Would we laugh? Roll our eyes and discount it as weird self-obsessive solipsism?
What does love mean when it happens inside the ribs of our souls as well as outside in the world of growing little people, relationships, and friendship?
What if we all vowed to be a better inward friends? If we vowed to stop the nagging, griping, jean squeezing, sideways frowny-faux-face-liftin’-mirror-glancing, and just LOOOOVVVVED ourselves?
What would happen if these Mom / Power Woman Engines were allowed to revv up to their full power and unleash into the world of politics, change, peace, and power? Would we finally realize the hopes of the suffragettes?
Would we be able to realize the goals of groups like MomsRising?
Or would we be lost in the wilderness of beauty and narcissism?
In other news, William over at Gunfighter’s View kindly invited me to post over there today. He’s interested in starting a more informal blog exchange, so check him out.