In every society in any culture throughout our world the WOMAN seems to have a common thread that runs through the veins of her existence. A desire to nurture. This trait is as pronounced as is Man’s desire to copulate. The life of a woman is obligatory it seems, and as if ordained by a higher order she is endowed with a sixth sense of awareness that appears to be spiritually instinctive, as she seems guided by the hand of providence. In her life’s journey she matures before her male counterpart and as she traverses through life she adjusts to the challenges that her development puts her through, her physical and emotional turmoil particularly at puberty when she bonds a relationship with her periodically bleeding reality, one can only imagine what a traumatic revelation that must have been when it first dawned on her the intuitive that for the most part this is a permanent life sentence.
Nature also has a scheme prescribed for her as it puts into effect her drive to procreate, that channeling of the ovarian system that ignites her come-hither appetite and the lure of male attention. Here she confronts another battle, that is to resist the temptation of nature’s beckoning finger of lustful desire as she is advised to save her virginity for a special someone. Her instincts immature as they are, unable to identify that ideal special someone and sometimes her special someone does not meet the approval of parental guidelines and so there is often conflicting moral opinions. Oh! What a road to travel as she winds her way through this phase of her development. Pitfalls ensue from time to time, heartbreaks, unwanted pregnancies, abortions and forced marriages may all add to the perils of her life’s journey. But yet her resiliency is maintained as she forges forward seeking her ordained destiny, the opportunity to nurture.
Very often it is after trials and tried and true options, good and bad experiences, and with some luck she eventually arrives at a juncture where she thinks she has found compatibility with someone, and there a new journey begins. Now marriage and family is at the forefront of her life’s ambition, most women may not want to admit this but they are the wooers and persuaders in this chapter of the relationship, though the Man thinks he is the pursuer because she leads him to this stage. Her quest now is to convince a reluctant stubborn suitor that she can bring happiness to his future, here is where her cunning is at its best as she maneuvers her skills to break down his resistance, she suppresses her intolerance for his ego trips and his exhibitions of mannishness, she learns ego massaging is an art with its own rewards, so she stays the course, the goal is in sight, she reminds him of his mother with all the attention she has pampered him with, he decides to (do her the favor, or so he thinks) he agrees to marry her. Oh! What she had to go through to get to this point knowing in her heart its to his benefit as well as hers.
Pregnancy is another landmark in this journey of her existence, the signs are obvious, the morning sickness, the mood swings, the strange diets, the shape shifting, the uncomfortable weight gain, the patience for nine months as she waits, what a burden to bear. A husband looks at his wife and can’t help but wonder how could she be so sane with all this madness and turmoil in that physical body, there has got to be other forces present in her he concludes, because for him this ordeal would be too much to bear, as he massages her tumbling belly he asks “Does it hurt when it does that?” She ignores him because she feels a sharp pain in her pelvic area. She says to him “it’s time,” she knows childbirth is near as her pre-delivery pain starts, her pelvic bones dislocate from it’s fixture to accommodate the passage of a new birth, a new life, as she groans in anguish as her body painfully responds to nature’s call. Her husband is invited to witness her childbirth experience but she is apprehensive because she thinks after this her widespread exposure her vagina would never be the same to him. “It’s a Boy weight 8 lbs 10 oz.”, the doctor exclaims, the husband is overjoyed but the wife utters under her breath “He is Big.” a bit self-consciously as though embarrassed by her vagina’s yawning ability.
Child rearing to her is somewhat instinctive just as it was to her mother before her, but managing baby, home and husband is tedious, but she maneuvers through her domestic responsibilities with such wizardry efforting to ensure that no one be left wanting. She maneuvers through all the mishaps that present themselves in her family life, extramarital affairs being no exception, after giving birth to their baby boy an immature husband thought he was being neglected and seeked attention elsewhere, when confronted he chose to justify his behavior by pointing to the absence of sex while his wife healed, but she recognized how shallow his maturity was still, but she maintained control to help him grow out of those insecurities that propelled him to seek outside female attention, but still she questioned; Is it not the drive that the seed he harbors in his scrotum the dictator of his infidelity?
Disappointed though she was, she was not as angry as she thought she would have been under the circumstances, in reflection she called on her life experiences and what she had learned about Male tendencies. She learned love and commitment to a woman is her whole existence but to a Man Love is thing apart. So she waits as he grows into the man he was destined to be, as she gently and indirectly nudged him along though he thought he achieved his maturity all by himself. He looks at his son with pride and admiration, his home comfortable and serene, his wife loving and adoring, and credits himself for his ability to woo this special kind of woman to be his wife and the mother of his child. But did he really woo her or was he wooed?
Now she laments pensively, silently. “This is the rapture I have been seeking all my life, this is the destiny I have envisioned all the dreaming and waking moments of my life, this is my happiness. My predestined purpose as though written into the chapters of my existence by an authority that needed not my consent. My desire to Nurture, the manifestation of it’s authority fulfilled. I am Woman.”