What makes a woman..........

Is it the hormones that make me a woman?  Maybe.  Is it that I'm soft and round (too round!) and that I smell good.  Hm.  I don't know?  Is a woman made by her breasts or her ovaries or uterus?  I'd like to say no, to these....but....possibly.

What makes me a woman?

I had a complete hysterectomy not long after Savannah was born.  I would by lying if I said that after this surgery I didn't feel "less" womanly.  I felt empty somehow.  Hollow.  The interesting idea is....the mere fact that I FELT so much, from simply having a surgery, may, in fact, be the strongest indicator that I AM a woman.

Now men, don't misunderstand me.  I'm not saying that y'all don't "FEEL" anything.  Absurd.  Perhaps, more of what I'm saying is that I acknowledge my own absurdity.  I fully "out myself" to being an overly touchy feely creature.  I wouldn't have it any other way.

I like being a woman.  Even if I can't really wrap my arms around what "makes" me that way.  I had to realize that I'm more than hormones.  My body doesn't really produce them the way it used to; before the surgery.  I had to learn to love my body anyway.  I had to feel my way around this world AS a woman, even when I didn't FEEL like a woman on the inside.  Is it the strength of my resolve that makes me a woman?  Perhaps.  I love being a woman.  I get to be silly and emotional at every special occasion.  Brilliant.  I get to cry at every happy ending.  Joyous.  I get to shed tears of joy and pride every time my girls accomplish anything!!  Stunning.  I get to hold my friends hand and cry with her when she finds out that she has breast cancer.  Shattering.  I get to laugh at that 'same ole story', you tell me, every time we see each other.  You know the one....the one that makes me tinkle a little bit and always makes you hiccup because you've laughed too hard.  Priceless.  Being a woman means, I never have to apologize for feeding the neighbors kids. (And you, too, if you make the mistake of coming over near a meal, or snack time.  Okay, don't come over if you don't want to eat!!)   It means that I can bake a cake and make a family feel welcome and actually MAKE THEM FEEL WELCOME!  Comforting.  Being soft and round, means that the dog always has a soft place to sleep.  (And the girls, too!!  Sorry, babe.)  Warm!  Maybe, it's the fact that I like Coach bags.  There I said it.  Fun!

I'm not sure, exactly, what 'makes'  me a woman, but, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Take a deep, cleansing breath...........it's just another day in Perfect.