What kind of woman are you? What kind of woman do you want to be?
Do you want to be known as a bitch, a sweetheart or a push-over? Do you want to be known as the perfect wife, girlfriend or daughter?
Perhaps the world’s best mother because your kids turned out to be perfect? Whoever or whatever you think you are – people will see you – for YOU.
Yesterday, I was witness to a very elderly woman who had her bitch on. It made me think about how I want to be perceived and eventually remembered.
I was at my local Chapters Book Store sipping my Latte and checking my emails on my iPhone. Suddenly this very elderly woman started shouting at this young female student.
It went something like “Why did you move that chair over there? It’s not supposed to be there you know!”
When I looked up from my phone, I realized that the gray-haired “lady” was yelling at the student, who had become quite flustered and red in the face at this point.
The student began apologizing to the woman telling her that she had moved the comfy chair over to the electrical outlet so that she could plug her laptop in to do her homework. Well this woman would have none of that! She stomped and shouted and made the student drag the chair over to where she wanted to sit.
I heard the elderly woman say, “You’re a lot younger than me. Leave the chair where it belongs and don’t move it again.”
I made eye contact with the student and gave her a reassuring look. By this time the bitch woman had made her way over to the counter to place her order.
“When did she buy this place?”, I asked the student. We both started to laugh.
What I witnessed was a young woman who obviously had been raised properly and who acted very respectfully in an embarrassing situation. I am sure she will be able to navigate herself through life quite successfully. I don’t know her, but I was proud of her.
On the other hand, the elderly woman acted totally inappropriate and used her age as means to bully the student. So unacceptable. No one was going to challenge her, because of her age. It’s not like she was incapacitated in any way – other than bad manners. I pray to God I never, ever act like that.
So I ask you – what kind of woman are you? What kind of woman do you want to be?
And by the way, Happy Valentine’s Day!
Get over it – I am.