I'm Not A Strong Woman
My mother is a strong woman. She raised me on her own, working a full time job, and even moved us to a new state to escape the backwardness of our hometown. My mom was, and is, strong. She raised me to be strong too. A woman can do anything, be anything, and has a right to do or be anything. A woman's place was not in the home, but wherever she wanted to be! I grew up picturing myself as a strong, independent woman too. I imagined myself with a thriving career, a household that I was in charge of, and babies. I always, always wanted babies. Three of them, to be exact. And even when I was certain I would be the epitome of a strong woman, working and raising kids, there was this unnamed desire in the back of my mind. I wanted to be home with my kids. Maybe it was because my mom had to work all the time, and my father wasn't in the picture, but I really gravitated towards the idea of just being around my kids, a lot.