I am a child of the 60s. It never ceases to amaze me why people try and hide their age. To quote my oft-quoted beloved father, who, I though differ from him socially and politically, taught me as a little girl that I really could grow up to be anything I wanted to be, birthdays “beat the alternative.” And so, in my 50s, I appreciate a bit of schmaltz. The niceties. The “thank yous”. Yesterday, I opened a little thank you from A Woman’s Place (AWP) for our contribution and how it impacts and strengthens women in the community.
But I have the simple task, the fund raising, the Board work, the awareness, the leadership, if you will. That’s easy. The women about whom the note were written—the women in the support groups—and the volunteers and staff who see them through each and every day, that’s the real work. And it is that work, that mission that keeps me coming back too, each year, to see it through.
Although dad didn’t exactly mean this all those years ago, wanting to be anything I wanted to be includes being the best woman I can be. And the best women lift up all women.
Thank you, to all the wonderful women at A Woman’s Place.
Treasurer, AWP Board of Directors