I am fortunate to come from a long line of strong, intelligent, independent, feisty women. We also have a knack at picking kind, wonderful men as our life partners.
We cop no crap. We take no prisoners. We accept other women are as flawed as ourselves and love them dearly because of it.
We are undeniably loyal and devote our lives to our family. I’m very lucky to have met and loved one of my great Grandmother’s Jessie Fearn. She was a tough but loving woman who ruled her family with an iron fist Margaret Thatcher would have been proud of.
Both my Grandmother’s were forces to be reckoned with. One, a hard working farmer’s wife who raised four kids, worked the farm, fed her family and went and worked on other farms when needed. She did what she had to do to keep food on the table. My other Grandmother was, after my parents, the most important person in my life until I had my own family. She taught me an appreciation of the arts. She taught me to play cards. We were shell seekers and her lap was always waiting for me. Nana had an inquisitive mind and had she grown up today would most definitely have been an academic. She was known by all as a lady and all my school friends loved her. Even in death she was graceful. Loving her in life and death has given me a full life and because of her I will have a long life. We are all glad she is at peace but miss her ever so much.
My Mother, apart from my husband, knows more about me than anyone else. I never understood unconditional love until I became a Mother and then had to express my gratitude to my Mum. She still scolds me. Don’t really need it but that’s okay she’s my Mum. She still straightens my clothes, picking my blonde hair off black tops. More recently, she points out the grey in my eyebrows. Thanks Mum! We swap clothes, shoes and bags like teenagers. We giggle at things and know what each other is thinking. We speak in acronyms. She better stick around a long time.
My daughter, wow. She makes my heart sing. She has the most wicked sense of humour and she totally gets my ever so cryptic, dry humour. She’s my twin but she’s so different to me. She’s strong and resilient. I’m sensitive and flexible. Like me she’s kind. Like her Father she only sees the good in other’s. She’s fiercely protective of her brother and I know she will always make sure he is okay. She has strong views and as a 14 year old, thinks she knows everything. I love it when she admits I was right. Watch this movie I tell her, you’ll love it. She reluctantly gives it a go and yes she loves it. We are both huge fans of horror movies and B grade end of the world movies. She has great taste in music which she definitely gets from me.
“Here’s to strong women may we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.”
Dedicated to Jessie Fearn, Alice Harm, Myrtle Ryan may you all Rest In Peace and to my Mother and Daughter who are my true North.