I didn't make the cut
Forbes has announced their list of the 100 most powerful women in the world.
I'm not on it.
Huh . . .
I would think I am just what they are looking for. My power is incomparable. I can leap tall buildings in a single bound. I'm more powerful than a locomotive. Faster than a speeding bullet. I'm a mother three times over. You don't get any more powerful than that.
I've pushed three human beings from inside my body. I've been their sole sustenance for the better part of their first twelve months. I've taught them to sit up, crawl, walk, cross the street, ride a bicycle, drive a car. I've taught them to talk, write their names, recognize one set of grandparents from the other, distinguish the smart kids in a classroom from the troublemakers, the teachers who are worthy of their respect from the ones they have to respect anyway and not let on to them which group they fall into.
I've created from my sheer willpower people who say goodbye to each other in the morning and sit down to dinner together at night. I've taught them to pray for each other and not put shaving cream under each other's pillows. I've taught them if they don't kill each other in the middle school years they will have two guaranteed best friends for the rest of their lives. I did all that. I decided to create people with these qualities and I did it. That's power.
I taught them to find people to love who are capable of loving them back. I've taught them that just because one person hurts you that doesn't mean the next person necessarily will. I taught them God is not in a church building, but it is the easiest place to find him on a regular basis. And I've taught them that He is what makes it a church in spite of what the people there may say. I've taught them if they want to be really powerful in this life they need to tap into his power. Someone who spoke the universe into existance is someone you can count on when you're in a tight spot.
I taught three human beings to think for themselves, not to think they know it all, and always be willing to learn something new. That's power.
Why Forbes wouldn't recognize the value of such power makes me question their judgement. Maybe they should surrender their authority to name who is powerful and who is not. They may not be up to the job.
I wonder how many of them are mothers?
Would these women make the cut?
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