It’s Women’s History month.
I have seriously been thinking about this for a couple of weeks now, knowing I wanted to write something about it.
I mean, I am a woman who has her Bachelors and Masters degrees, a job, a happy marriage, and two little boys.
I vote and get to write about my opinions.
Clearly all the strong, powerful women who came before me accomplished much of their missions.
So why do I hit a wall of anger every time I sit down to write something celebrating women?
Or perhaps all this hullabaloo about being able to get affordable contraceptives is going on.
It could also be the insanity in the mom blogging world (not helped by talk shows such as Anderson Cooper’s) about whether working moms are lazy because they let other people raise their kids.
Then there is the rabid fight among fellow mothers about breast feeding vs bottle feeding, taking medication for my depression while pregnant, getting a repeat C-section instead of a VBAC, and the list goes on.
Women are not just fighting men for equal rights and position anymore (which we still are, by the way. Don’t be fooled by anyone who tells you otherwise), but we are fighting each other about what is ‘right’ as far as being a woman and a mother.
It is frustrating to me.
I want to fist pump and burn my bra (ok, maybe not that. I need that support) in celebration of how far we’ve come. But the pessimist in me just sees all the new battles amongst the old; sees that we, as women, are holding each other back.
This is my wish for Women’s History Month: That we not just celebrate how far we’ve come, but realize that we did it together, and that we need to stick together and continue to bust through that ridiculously cliche glass ceiling.