Women's History Month; Reflecting On The Women In My Life

As March is Women's History Month, I have been reading about famous women in history who have made their mark by causing incredible changes to policy, and even amendments to the constitution. I can't help but reflect on all of the women who have been a part of my fifty five years on this earth.

Of course, I will start with my mother. In England, we call them "mums", my mum is one of the hardest working women I know. She worked hard cleaning, working on the land, and got her "Fish Frying Diploma" working in a local fish and chip shop, (which we often chuckle about.) Then as my brother and I grew older she worked as a nursing assistant. Doing all the hard work and heavy lifting with elderly dementia patients, such as bathing, feeding and changing hospital beds. ( I think of her every time I change my sheets and fold my "hospital corners"!)

She is also one of the most selfless people I know. She ensured that my brother and I had a better childhood than she did and she instilled compassion, empathy, kindness, generosity, great work ethic, and other such valuable qualities into us both. She has been my rock over the years, and continues to be. She was there when I failed, in a short lived two year long marriage at twenty one years old, she never judged. She took my tearful calls during my long abusive second marriage, and gave me the courage to finally leave. She even came to the States to care for me after I finally left and cared for me when I had a two week long (and long overdue) emotional breakdown. She has been an incredible confidant to my daughter, and a loving nanny to both my kids. There is nothing like a mother's love. I am so grateful for her.

My nanny, (my mum's mum) is another woman in my life I am grateful to have known. I was her only grand-daughter beside her three grand-sons. She protected me fiercely and loved my unconditionally. I got my sense of humor, and learned unconditional love from her.

My aunty Jo, my mum's sister was always a voice of reason for me growing up and is still a wonderful aunt to me and my kids.

My long time English friend of almost forty years, Debra, has taught me how to be the best friend I can be. She has taught me patience, kindness, how to be happy with very little, and has been a support to me, and I her, for so long. Distance is irrelevant as we always pick up right where we left off.

Gloria, Rose, Marsha, Red, Bobby, and Beth, all changed my life by supporting me through my first personal development program; an awakening of sorts, which set me on the path of standing up for myself. A path of healing codependency, and starting to love myself enough to no l