My first born child was a son and although I was in love with him before he left my body, I felt drastically different with the emergence of my daughter Jillian…
|Jillian's 1st Birthday|
The moment that the doctor placed that baby on my body my arms enveloping her, I felt a frightening surge of utmost responsibility. It was now my job to see to it that she lived in a world where she could do anything that she wanted to do without external society-created barriers. For her, I wanted a world where each individual was honoured for her gifts. Living in rural Alberta, this has been one of my challenges, where Jillian comes into daily contact with some boys, men and sadly women, who continue to create barriers for her and other young women.
I have been thankful that Jillian has more than just me as a mentor and I offer out a tribute to women who have played a direct role in Jillian’s life towards becoming a strong young woman.
A teacher Michelle who introduced the Famous 5 to Jillian causing her the desire to see where they are buried and where they are honoured.
Her minister Barbara who continues to marvel at Jillian and other young women and their pursuits.
Her best friend’s mama Laura who Jillian believes is capable of getting out of any scrape – and she probably is.
My best girlfriend Kaye with whom Jillian sees as larger than life and more than capable of surviving anywhere she might be dropped.
Her piano teacher Karen who listens to her dreams.
A school secretary, Maki, with whom Jillian assumed had a Ph.D. because she seemed to be the most capable person in the school.
Strong Femme Fatales of the past in black and white that adorn my girly’s bedroom walls.
And… her grandma who paved the way for many women in business and who left this earth but did not leave Jillian.
At 17 years of age, my sweet girly is determined to make her dreams come true, stand her ground with dedication and devotion to her passions.
Happy 17th Birthday my JillyBean, you are well on your way!
|Jillian and her car.|