After a few years ruminating on this topic, I finally decided after the birth of my daughter that it was time to write about a topic which is dear to my heart. There have been a lot of differing, conflicting views over the last few years concerning the power of womanhood. Some are convinced that women can and should do everything a man can. Others believe women can do more than men, or that there is no need for men in their lives.
All of that may be true, circumstantially, but that is not what I think of when I think of the power of womanhood.
Three years ago, December, I was sitting in a hospital as my wife prepared to give birth to our son. She lay there, uncomfortable, sweaty, and tired, doing something that I, as a man, will never be able to do. Laying there, she was beautiful. The nurses and doctors, all women, flitted in and out, checking instruments and dilation progress and all those other medical things that make me (as someone who doesn’t handle blood well) queasy.
And then the moment of truth came. Baby boy was on his way. Nurses swarmed to offer strength and encouragement as my wife pushed. Two held her legs up and the doctor (a woman) helped the baby on his traumatic journey into this world. Eight women encircling a ninth – a circle of communal power and strength, the strength of womanhood.
Watching from a few steps away, I recognized my own inadequacy in that moment. I was not needed. My wife was supported and lifted up by the women around her. True, my wife appreciated my kind words and my presence, but as for helping in the actual delivery (the hard part) I was useless. My wife’s strength individually in putting her life on the line to bring life to our child was far greater than mine. And the strength of all those individual women, when shared together, was a power even greater still.
This process was repeated three years later when our daughter was born – a circle of power and strength, in womanhood. The strength of womanhood during both those births was something beyond the scale of reckoning. No, I’m not saying this strength applies only during childbirth, but that is when the power was manifested in a way where I, as a man, could understand.
There are circumstances in life in which men will always be the weaker sex. I will admit that any day of the week. Women have a type of strength that men will never know. Individually and as a whole, women gain power through mutual support, and that – to me – is the true power of womanhood. The strength of one woman multiplied exponentially by the support (or lack thereof) she receives from the women around her. The power to change the world. On that I will agree every time. Feminism grows, motherhood is strengthened, and the lives of everyone with women in their lives (which is everyone) are forever changed through the true power of womanhood, whether or not one agrees with the premises of any of them.
I try and thank my wife every day for the strength she has and do my best to add my strengths to those which she already has. Together we strive to be partners – both of us doing things the other can’t in order to move together toward eternity.
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