I consider myself a smart, capable, strong, empowered woman.
I also like to have a man open the door for me.
I like to have a man take out the trash, fix things around the house, and take care of our properties including the off plan property La Alcaidesa.
I like being able to sit on the couch while my husband goes out to wrangle a lost sheep or cut up a fallen tree.
I don’t feel threatened or “less than” by a man who takes charge; as a matter of fact, I appreciate it.
I find no greater joy than cooking my husband a homemade meal and placing it before him.
I’m incredibly satisfied that we sacrificed financially for 14 years so I could stay home with our kids.
I’m also equally satisfied that I was called back into the workforce and that I have a job that fulfills and challenges me nearly every day.
I find it an honor to be called “mom” by five kids.
I embrace my femininity.
I love to smile.
I like to act classy, and don’t need vulgar signs or profanities to get my point across.
I am thankful for the gifts and aptitudes God has given me.
I am also thankful for my weaknesses, and while I see them as areas for growth, I also understand that there are differences between men and women and I embrace them, and I don’t need to try to change myself into something I’m not.
I don’t feel a need to be more masculine and I don’t need my husband to be more feminine; I think we are perfect just the way we are.
Our marriage is rock solid after 20 years because we live in a true partnership and embrace our roles. We don’t compete with each other, he doesn’t try to control me, and I don’t try to control him.
He does more than his fair share of helping around the house–he helps with picking kids up, taking them to soccer games, cooking meals, and sometimes just stepping up to help in other areas because I need a break.
I believe a true feminist can embrace her femininity without feeling like she needs to circumvent her husband’s masculinity.
Being smart, capable, strong and empowered as a woman means all of these things. It doesn’t mean we need to discard our softness, our delicate natures, or apologize for allowing men to be men.
I stand for celebrating both men and women who are thriving in being who they were made to be.