My sisters and I gave this hibiscus plant to another sister for her birthday during a challenge in her life. I’m babysitting it for a few years while she’s in Australia.
I received her healthy, beautiful plant with multiple blooms a couple of years ago. But last year, it didn’t bloom. And when we moved this winter, it dropped all of its leaves. They came back, but now I can’t seem to find the fertilizer in the garage boxes.
Despite all this, yesterday I discovered a bud.
The bud changed my focus.
After a highly disagreeable encounter with a woman last week, I drafted a post that identified the tactics of women bullies and how to counteract them. I edited it multiple times during the week, but it felt wrong—counter to the positive experiences I was having with the women right around me.
A walk with my daughter. Lunch with friends. An invitation to our family for games and dessert. Time spent assembling a birthday box for my oldest daughter. A girls’ day out with my youngest birthday girl. Receiving a visit from friends from church. Cherished phone calls.
After seeing that resilient bud with its promise of a bloom by Mother’s Day, I didn’t want to perpetuate the negativity from one woman’s aggressive actions. While emotionally large, her negative influence should be proportionally small compared to all these other positive emotional experiences with other women.
Do you have good women in your life?
Just as I focus on the newly formed bud, this is the week to see their resilient beauty and hold it above all else.
Good women can lift you to see your potential, inspire you with ideas to solve simple daily challenges or instill a greater vision for a new direction.
I need good women in my life for how they build me to build others. That positivity generates energy, love and meaningful action.
On Sunday after a pre-Mother’s Day challenge to consider examples of nurturing in our lives, I became aware of a touching story published in the St. Cloud Times that reflects the essence of a good woman to me.
Take a moment right now and read Lynn and Hannah’s story.
Lynn, a Mormon who lives in central Minnesota, donated her kidney to an 18-year-old young woman in her congregation who suffers from kidney disease. Frank Lee, a talented reporter and writer, concluded their story with this quote from Lynn:
“As a mother, I kept thinking if this was my son or daughter . . . that if this was my child having to have surgeries, dialysis and be sick all the time . . . how grateful I would be if somebody would do that for my child.”
We were all created to be good women. Our choice to disengage from negative thoughts and choices and engage in the sometimes subtle but always meaningful chances to build others determines how and when we will bloom.