There is one generation of women that really touch me, the late fifties to late seventies year olds.

I have always been more sensitive to women than man because, lucky them, their emotions are easier to sense. What is not always easy to grasp is the torment that generation of women went through and still endures. I guess seeing my Mother and women of her age still looking for approvals from their own Mothers makes me think they should be at an age when they need to congratulate themselves for the amazing job they have done. They should enjoy and reap their rewards. Instead, too many of them have low self-esteem.

My Mother raised us very well. My Father was working most of the time and we rarely spent time with us, except on weekends. My world growing up was my Mom’s. Virginia’s Mother raised her and her sister on her own. I can honestly say that both are exceptional women in today’s workforce, ethical, honest and just very wonderful people to be with. I have some pretty amazing ants, one of them is a Nurse in the O.R. of some hospital in Florida. All these women have achieved amazing feasts, raised great children, overcame obstacles my generations and the younger ones would break down in front, yet they have very little esteem for themselves. So what gives?

If you look at the relationship with their parents, you will quickly know why. Is it a generation problem? Probably. Those late eighty year old parents still function with different concepts of life that was once more or less adapted but have little to do with the current world. They were taught that a man was a man and women stayed in the kitchen and raised kids.

A man is a man. That always made me smile. What else can a man be? And obviously women have held positions with power and prestige in these last few decades, so this way of living is no longer relevant.

So what does it take to break the mold? It takes an honest look at yourself. It takes honest self-awareness. It takes a lot of courage in seeing what you have accomplished, and that you have accomplished a lot. You raised incredible children who mostly see the war of the sexes as a thing of the past. Yes, there are some dinausoraus that still linger, after all, we need a point of reference.

I feel it is high time our Mother’s generations realize what a fantastic job they have. It’s high time they establish themselves. It’s high time they tell us what they want, what they would like. It’s high time we get to know the real you, Mothers, not just the pleasers. Above all, it’s high time to tell your parents you are not children anymore. You can do it, you’ve achieved far bigger tasks and we are here to help you. And if you don’t know how to so this, give me a jingle