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…
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| 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!
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| Jillian and her car. |
~ Ellyn
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