![]() ![]() They surround the mama and incoming baby in protection, sending a clear signal to predators that if they want to attack their friend while she is vulnerable, they’ll have to get through forty tons of female aggression first. They stomp and kick up dirt and soil to throw attackers off the scent and basically act like a pack of fierce bodyguards. They close ranks so the delivering mama cannot even be seen in the middle. See, in the wild, when a mama elephant is giving birth, all the other female elephants in the herd back around her in formation. It was about female elephants, you know, as all good stories begin. On a particularly awful day, my ride-or-die friend Nichole Nordeman sent me a picture and a story. Even now looking back, I struggle to choose the right words to describe the despair, but what held it fast was this sense of being utterly alone. I begged my mom to travel with me to my last few speaking events of the year, because I was so fragile and rattled, I couldn’t imagine even walking through an airport by myself. ![]() I wasn’t sleeping, I wasn’t eating, I was barely breathing. We’re here for the joy, people.īut I found myself at the absolute bottom, down in the sludge and muck where not even a ray of light could crack through the darkness. I am like Chris Traeger from Parks and Recreation: “Isn’t language fun? It’s like racquetball! For your mouth!” This is mainly how I operate, which I come by honestly because my dad is the most over-the-top enthusiast on the planet of earth. Now, I am a glass-half-full optimist by any standard, beyond reason. This community has always made sense to me.Ī few months ago, I went down hard. I grew up with girls, have always been surrounded by girls, fill my life with strong women, and plan to serve them till I die. Why are they slapping each others’ wrists until someone gives up? Why? Why would you do that? Why are you being gross? Why are you using those words? Why is that funny? We were always perplexed. When my husband Brandon (also no brothers) first entered our family story, he and my brother Drew immediately engaged in weird boy shenanigans my sisters and I had no category for. ![]() My whole life has been filled with feelings, tampons, cheerleading tryouts, sisters, Oprah’s Bra Revolution, girl movies, makeup, a lot of words, and female energy. I just have nieces, no nephews, and my oldest niece has… you guessed it: two daughters. I have only girl cousins on both sides of my family. What are the odds of this? I am the oldest of four kids, and only the youngest is a boy. ![]()
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