Because of today’s special post, I won’t be posting my regular Christian blog tomorrow. I don’t know why I didn’t enter the first Beauty of a Woman blogfest, but this is my third one. I wouldn’t miss it. To me, the true beauty of a woman is her inner strength, not her surface appearance. My novella series, Fancy, and my current WIP are both celebrations of women’s strength.
In case you’re not familiar with it, this is an annual blogging event put on by August McLaughlin – http://www.augustmclaughlin.com/boaw15/ – honoring real women rather than the idealized version the entertainment and modeling industries put forth. If you go to August’s website after you finish reading this, you will find a number of links to other posts honoring women.
Most of these posts will be about woman, per se, rather than any individuals. For this year’s fest, however, I’ve elected to honor three specific women as examples of womanhood.
Since most of you know Kristen Lamb, I’m going to start with her. When I first met her, no one knew her. She was president of a writers’ group I joined, and she had her hands full dealing with a few dissidents whose main purpose in life, apparently, was to give her a hard time. I soon became her ally, and many times I practically had to dry the tears from her eyes because of the way they treated her.
After a few years of that, we both decided enough was enough, and we started our own group, specifically designed to teach the fundamentals of writing novels. We called our new group the Warrior Writers’ Boot Camp.
About that same time, she was learning to use social media and soon wrote the book We Are Not Alone. The rest has been history. She has become widely known as an expert in the field and has thousands of fans around the world. She could easily have given up and turned her back on writing, considering the way people were treating her, but she didn’t. The strength she exhibited in going forth from there is a great example for women everywhere.
While just about everybody who reads my blog posts knows Kristen, very few, if any of you, know my other two examples of the beauty of strong women. Well known or not, they both exemplify everything good and positive about a strong woman.
My sister Barb Estinson has known—and risen above—sadness and adversity in her life. She married her high school sweetheart and raised four kids with him. He was a Methodist pastor, and pastoral salary was always on the slim side. Barb had to dress and cook a lot of fish and game to feed the family. She also bought powdered milk and mixed her own, and she made her own homemade bread. BTW, her bread was much better than any bought in stores.
After a number of years as a homemaker, divorce threw her out onto the job market to support herself and one to three of her kids, depending on which ones lived with their dad at any given time. She managed to keep her head above water somehow as she finished raising the kids, undertook a second marriage, and moved several times to satisfy her husband’s wanderlust.
Just as life seemed to be settling down for her, her oldest child took her own life, leaving behind three daughters—one age ten and two age nine. I can’t pretend to know how Barb felt as she went through the experience of losing her daughter. I’m only thankful I haven’t experienced such a thing.
In her later fifties, she found herself raising one of these granddaughters. While she was doing this, her second husband decided to leave. Once again, she faced life alone and managed to deal with it.
Barb has now been married for ten or eleven years to Joe Estinson, and life seems to have settled down pretty well for her. She has a good husband, loving stepchildren, a reasonably comfortable—if not plush—retirement, but nothing has ever come easily for her. She truly represents the beauty of a strong woman.
Please indulge me while I submit my wife Sharon as my third example. She grew up in a middle class family where no one suffered, but money was never plentiful. She worked part of the time as she got her teaching degree, and then got married and supported her husband as he finished dental school.
When their son was a toddler, her husband moved on, leaving her to raise him on her own. He did pay child support, but did little more. She had to take over the house payments, car payments, and everything else to support herself and her son.
While teaching school to support the two of them, she drove countless 90 mile round-trips to Denton, Texas, to get her master’s degree and then continued there to get an administrative certification so she could make more money. Somewhere along the way she also became certified as a counselor, because she did that for several years before she became an assistant principal.
When I met Sharon in 1990, she’d been single for16 or 17 years. She was spending over half her take-home pay to put her son through the University of Texas, where he spent five years earning a B.A. and Master’s in accounting together.
She worked ten- to fourteen-hour days most of the time both before and after we married. Her principal and her fellow assistant principals always went home long before she did, because they knew they could dump whatever work on her they needed to. Although she’s now been retired for nearly 14 years, she still works four days a week. That’s just Sharon—my beautiful wife and one tough lady.
I’m sure most of the women reading this have had to stand strong through the years. Whom do you know who is a female example of this kind of spirit?
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