I have been blessed to have so many wonderful women in my life. My mother, my grandmother, my mother-in-law, my sister-in-law, & my best friend from high school. That doesn’t include all of the other women who have come, hung around long enough to teach me something, or inspire me in some way and then moved along. And of course there are my two daughters that act as drill sergeants, forcing me to apply all of life’s lessons, especially those that require patience!
The marvelous thing about each of these women is that they have all taught me valuable life lessons. I could almost label each woman under a topic: Savvy, Humble, Faithful, Light-hearted, & Genuine. They would all have the same middle name: Generosity, because each of these amazing women have, at one point or another, generously shared with me their love, patience, time, wisdom, financial resources, kindness, and most of all, their friendship.
It’s so great to be surrounded by such inspiration! I have drawn so many different things from each woman. I’ve even been known to follow the “WWJD” model (“What Would Joline Do”) – particularly when I’m cleaning. If the kids drop apple juice on the kitchen floor, I’d just assume wipe up the spill and move on, but then I get this nagging sensation that says “what would Joline do” …then I get out the Mr. Clean and mop the area because I know that my mother would do so. When I think I’m in control, and worry sets in, I ask “WWSD” – Sylvia wouldn’t be consumed by worry, she would turn it over to God.
Wendy tells me I’m being ridiculous when I need to hear it (and when I’m right, darnit), and I'd run outside naked just to hear her contageous giggle. My Grandmother was the most humble woman I’ve ever known. She was so sweet to me, even when I didn’t deserve it (which was nearly all of the time). And my dear friend, Heather who I have grown up with, epitomizes the term “genuine”. She is honest about who she and who you are. I’ll never forget her calling me out on being “fake pretentious” because I told her I wouldn’t date a guy that shopped at Walmart. I love that she called me fake pretentious, because right there it ended. Now I’m president of the Walmart fan club, and proud of it!
I know that most of the women who I just wrote about will never read this blog (particularly my grandmother), but I wanted to take time to give them their props and to acknowledge their impact in my life.
With much love and adoration,