I miss my grandmas. I was lucky and I had two wonderful women. Neither was perfect but they loved me and taught me so much.
Now I look around and wonder, where have all the mature women gone?
Is there a role in our society for them. Or, does every women have to a seductress with perfect features. Maybe they can only exist as extensions of the family, as moms or grandmas.
Everyday I look I look for something more and don’t find it. It’s as if strong mature women have vanished from my life and possibly society as a whole. I can’t remember the last time I saw a woman under the age of 80 with gray hair.
What do you think happened to them. Am I just wailing about my own loss or living in the wrong area.
Are there others out there without this problem?
It doesn’t seem so. The problems evident at so many levels of society and in my own life cry out for a mature woman. All my experiences with my grandmas remind me of this.
They provided the glue that kept many things together. The advice in the face of foolhardiness. Love instead of fighting. And the memory of good times and bad that bind us together.
I don’t see a whole lot of that in America these days.
Who knows…maybe I’m crazy and the feminists have got it all figured out. They know what they’re doing. Shatter those glass ceilings and prove to the world what you’re capable of.