Women are Super Heroes

My baby sister called me yesterday to do a little ranting and raving.  She knew there was nothing I could do to help her but also knew if I could I would.  Actually if she would let me I would drive to Texas and knock a few heads together and point out their errors to them but baby sister will continue to be a martyr for the next few years until her children all leave the nest.  Knowing this, I let her pour her heart out to me.  Sometime the weight of our burdens are much lighter when they have been communicated to another person who can relate and will listen and even though they can't fix the problem, they can sympathize.

Why is it that so many women think they are NOT suppose to be happy?  Women are super heroes whose sole mission in life is to save the world and then do the wash and take out the garbage.  Not realizing that their lives are in the garbage because they allowed everyone to walk all over them.  It just doesn't make sense to me and yet I have done the same thing more times than I would like to remember.  We burned our bras and saved the whales then came home to do the ironing while our men barbecued.  And we had to beg them to do that.

Nothing seems to have changed in a hundred years.  My mother was the perfect example of the American housewife and all four of her daughters learned from her.  However, my mother did not work outside of the home and her four daughters were forced to work so that their families could have all the things that now seemed required to make the family happy.  No wonder the divorce rate has gotten so out of hand.  If men do not learn to take on their share of the home responsibilities, marriage will become a thing of the past.  Revolutions do not happen over night.  This battle has been going on for years and woman will win this time.

The page featured is a pencil drawing, painted with watercolors and fluid acryllics then story added in ink.  Obviously I have never had art classes yet my crude art work is effective in telling my story.  It took me a long time to throw out my desire for perfection and just go with my emotions.  Your art journal is your haven for expressing yourself.  Release your inhabitions to the wind, let your inner child come out out to play.