Last evening, I had the chance to hang out and chill with my sister-friends. Thanks, Darlene. The only disappointment was that Wendy wasn’t with us. It was the intention to hop right into the hot tub, but, as per usual, the snacks came out and the conversation began. It doesn’t matter how often we see one another, there is lots to say.
Being with friends is a very healing experience. There is much that is revealed by getting ideas out of heads and hearts and hearing the perspectives of women you completely trust because of the years that you have shared.
I thought that since this got me thinking about my long-time friends, I would share a book that I read early in October. It’s a good one. I’m big on reading Memoirs. Not everyone is keen on that genre. If, however, you wish to read a book that has a heart warming component, this is one you might want to consider.
Victoria Rowell shares with the reader, sometimes-complicated, but always-treasured relationships with women who ‘raised her’. I think that we all have teachers and friends and extended family who have supported us and certainly we know the beautiful thing that is a relationship with a mother or a sister or an aunt…but, for reasons out of her control, Victoria’s mother could not be in the picture that was her life, not to a deeply nurturing extent. This book is about the women who stepped up.
I am blessed to belong to several circles of friends. While I am not a part of a traditional family of my own (with a life partner), I have been deeply blessed by the friendship of women in my life (sure, and a few guys, too…you know who you are). While I would have liked it to work out that I had a life partner who would be a help mate and spiritual companion, I have learned that life offers us a richness in ‘other’ forms of relationship if we are receptive to those invitations.
Of this book, I particularly enjoyed the opening chapters where Victoria lays down the tracks of her life by introducing us to the history of her family. I think that we are all rooted in stories and her stories were fascinating. Matters of fostering and adoption live at the core of this memoir. While I typically go for more complex writing, this one flowed nicely and made me feel happy for the women in my life.
You might enjoy, The Women Who Raised Me by Victoria Rowell. 3 1/2 out of 5 as Goodreads ratings go.
“Do not look around thee to discover other men’s ruling principles, but look straight to this, to what nature leads thee, both the universal nature through the things which happen to thee, and thy own nature through the acts which must be done by thee. But every being ought to do that which is according to its constitution; and all other things have been constituted for the sake of rational beings, just as among irrational things the inferior for the sake of the superior, but the rational for the sake of one another.”