Not a bunch of girls

I was driving down Highway 20 one day last week just enjoying the trees and the radio and all the thoughts running through my mind when I tuned in to the words on the radio. The song was talking about a bunch of girls and what they were all doing on various vacations. The point of the song was basically that girls are fickle and blame their bad behavior on alcohol. That they are dishonest and lead boys on but even then the singer said, "I would walk a country mile, yes I would, for a bunch of girls." At first I asked myself, "Where are their mama's?" This song really made me reflect on what I am as a woman and what I have been taught growing up. Contrary to the title of the song, "A Bunch of Girls" I never want to be one of a bunch of girls to any man. I want to be THE woman to a man and have him cherish me as such. I am ONE of my Heavenly Fathers daughters and still feel his love individually. I have seen many times in my life the effects of a mother who neglects the raising of her children. One dear friend once commented to me that because she was just a child herself when she had her oldest child that she really can't be held responsible for her actions while he was an infant. I was appalled. When you have a child you no longer get to at like one in my opinion and in that moment, being conception, you are then responsible for that child. You have an obligation for the first 9 months to give that baby a good environment to grow and develop and become strong enough to physically live. After that sweet spirit comes into this world you are then responsible for its emotional, spiritual and temporal needs. That is not an option. I was raised by a mother who struggled to have children and who cherished her own. I saw that love daily, especially when she was tired and frustrated with the things that life threw at her. She never forgets her most important role, among administrative assistant, horse jockey, avid photographer, gardener, sculptur-er, and seamstress, she was always and most importantly my mama. She will never be just one in a "bunch of girls", and she didn't raise me to be either. How grateful I am for a mama who knew her purpose and fulfilled it and in doing so helped me understand mine. To all the women out there, don't raise your daughters to be "a bunch of girls". Teach them grace and tact and beauty from the inside, for it truly lasts the longest.