Honestly, there’s nothing like International Women’s Day to get me into that oh so elusive writing mood. Whereas on other days I feel emotionally blocked and utterly muse less, IWD makes the words pop out effortlessly and in a somewhat unsettling strange tune.
I grew up with strong, powerful role model of a mother. A force to be reckoned with, a provider and caretaker and above all, a great mom.
My mom made us a bounty full of great food every day. She made sure our clothes were always ready and at bay. She made the house clean and utterly spotless all the time. She gave us an open ear and sat with us every day just to make sure we’re fine. Now, if you’ve read all this and you’re asking yourself – ‘What does this have to do with anything?’ or ‘That’s not being a feminist!’ or even; ‘Yet another oppressed 90’s housewife scene’, you couldn’t be any more wrong.