"One Moment in Time" - Whitney Houston I think of my family, specifically the strong women that make up the majority of it, when I hear this song. My mother, my sisters, my cousins, my aunts, and my belated grandmother. This overall stereotype that exists from culture to culture that deems women to have very little choices, taking on a more submissive role and keeping quiet when they should speak up, does not apply to us. Though some of us were taught how to cook, it was looked at as a talent vs. a mandatory skill we had to learn. And even though some stay home to raise their own family, this too, was a choice that we view as an achievement vs. an assignment. Family is precious. Though we bicker and often nag, we know the truth is we are the reason that makes us who we are. We pride ourselves not only in our size, but also our impact on each other. We work hard to get what we want in life. We are perfectionists. We don't know how to settle for less. We push on ...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.