With Mother’s Day this past weekend, and the time I have been able to spend with my own mother and other amazing women in my life, I have been pondering the following question:
What does it mean to be a good woman?
I could think on this for weeks, but I tried to capture a small amount of what I’ve been thinking.
A good woman is strong. She is able to endure. There are things in her life that might shake her, that might bring her down, but she is able to wipe away the tears, to stand back up, and to come back better and stronger. She is willing to fight, to not back down and to be steadfast no matter the challenge.
But she is also soft. She can take one who is hurting in her arms and whisper words of comfort and inspiration in their ear, lifting a heavy heart. She is warm, she has a tender heart filled with empathy. She is filled with love for those around her, even those who do not deserve it.
She is kind, she is refined, she is poised, but she also has a streak of determination. She is driven, she is happy, and she makes the most of bad situations.
She believes in herself, she loves herself. She is confident.
She approaches each day with hope and with optimism for the road that lies ahead.
In the words of Marjorie Pay Hinckley:
“I don’t want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden.
I want to be there with children’s sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”
I am so lucky to have a mother who is such a wonderful example to me. No matter the challenges she has faced, she has been such an example of always making the best of things, of resiliency, and rolling with the punches. She is so strong. She has been there so many times for me, to not only be there to comfort me in difficult times, but to help me up again. To not only wipe away my tears, but to pick me up, tell me to suck it up, and make sure I can find a solution and happiness for myself. She isn’t afraid to share her dorky dance moves. She is confident in herself, and has taught me how to love myself even when I have bad skin or am carrying around 15 extra pounds. She is always willing to serve.
In the world we live in now, it’s hard to be a good woman sometimes. It’s easy to feel lost. Like we can never measure up to what the world wants. You’re trying to juggle school, a job, and you haven’t washed your hair in four days, and then some idiot decides you have a butt that’s too flat and you aren’t worth his time or love. You don’t have long flowing mermaid-like hair extensions and your teeth are a little crooked. You don’t get taken seriously simply because you are a girl, and if another misogynistic old man at work calls you ‘sweetie’ you might snap.
But a good woman takes these challenges. She lets them make her stronger, make her better, and she takes it in stride. Her attitude is what makes the difference. She makes a decision that she will be a good woman.
So go forward and be be soft, but also strong. Be kind and love. Know that you are amazing and with the right attitude you can become whatever you want.
Now about the dress!
I found this at a Deseret Industries that is arguably one of the better ones, but I hardly ever have time to hit this one because a) it’s like a 45 minute drive from my house in California and b) it’s in a reaalllyyy not so great part of town. Like I’ve seen multiple drug deals go down right in front of it. The things we do for good thrift finds haha.
But my mom and I decided to brave it and we actually found some cute things!
This dress isn’t exactly vintage, but it has kind of a 70’s vibe that I liked. I have a total love/hate relationship with patterns like this though. On one hand they are really fun (I love the Proteas on this dress), but on the other, it also kind of looks like I belong in a retirement community in Florida. I’m not too upset about that- because really who doesn’t want to be 70 years old, sitting in some faded rocking chairs looking at the ocean with their cute straw hat- wearing old man husband?? #goals
The collar is also kind of a fun detail, and those sleeves give me heart eyes.
Also shout out to my mom for being an awesome photographer even though I’m literally so awkward in front of a camera 😉