"Raining Cats and Dogs" umbrella made in memory of Ethan Brearley for "The Center for child Development"
Sunday Scribblings prompt this week is "Friction".
Friction plagued my twenties as a young woman asserting her power. Men found me interesting but intimidating. Enlightening their wives about credit ratings, pensions, or job security was frowned upon. So many occasions I came up against the patriarch. Certain men would refuse to speak to me about business until I set them straight. My wit, passion and tenacity always prevailed. Many times there was discord, with me winning my power. I never backed away from what I believed in!
Yesterday I thought those twenty something conflicts were wasted energy. Then last night while my daughter was talking I realized it was a stepping stone to building strength, so I could endure death, divorce, illness and being a single parent. My daughter is flexing her wings right now! Just like I did, she’s setting up a personal constitution, interrelated with her beliefs and experiences! Taking on the patriarch in areas that need enlightening.
The other day she was appalled to hear a grandfather complaining how his former daughter in law didn’t send enough diapers along for the whole weekend of his sons visitation! Informing him his son should buy his own diapers during visitation. Grandpa rebuked that he already pays child support. Which was so little it threw my daughter into a tailspin. Needless to say there was A LOT of friction. Another male nearby verbally supported her disdain. Grandpa, who really enjoys my daughter later worried that she was annoyed with him. The third party said “I think you got on her nerves, but I’m sure she’s fine!” Meanwhile daughter figures grandpa needs to step up to the plate as well! After all it’s grandchild too!
Although I’m proud to watch her turn into a butterfly