Claudette Esterine |
One thing that I know for sure is that this pattern of
behavior: backstabbing, pulling at each other’s skirt tails, attempting to drag
a Sistah off the proverbial ladder has marred and scarred so many of us. In my
own experience, women were never considered to be my friends for a very long time but someone to
compete with for limited resources. Whether it was the affection of a man or a
coveted promotion, I practised and mastered (I hate to admit) the art of “women
being our own worst enemies.”
A demure woman was the first to begin tutoring me to change my
attitude. She reminded me that all my behaviour towards another is a reflection
of, not their, but my demons.
Really?
Yes, really and as the years went by and the lessons
deepened and expanded I began to understand the truth of this lesson. Learning to
love myself, to erase as best as I could the recording of the most significant
woman in my life, my mother, putting me down, my wings grew and my heart
expanded.
Today, as I prepare to take on the mantle of Matriarch of my
family, I know that some of the most important lessons that must be passed on
to my granddaughter:
- Self-love and self-respect
- Cooperation over competition
- Truth and honour above all else
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