This is me 46 years ago (yikes, really!) on the day I graduated from high school. Further down the page is my daughter-in-law Tahne, who graduated 26 years ago. She’s with Tierney, her daughter and my granddaughter, who will graduate Sunday.
My heart aches for all of us.
For Tierney because I know no matter what her parents do or no matter how smart and talented and pretty she is, somewhere down the line she’s going to get hurt. By a guy. By other women. By bosses. By people she’ll work with. By family members.
For Tahne because all she can do when that happens is watch, support, and pick up the pieces. “You’ll get ’em next time, honey,” she’ll say. Tahne’s a woman in a man’s field—she knows all about getting ’em next time.
For me because time goes so fast nowadays. As Laura Drake says, I’m not at the bottom of the proverbial bucket yet, but I can see it from where I am.
Despite the heartache, though, there’s nothing I’d change about the three of us. Oh, I’d stop the hurt Tierney hasn’t felt yet if I could, and I’d wish Tahne’s achievements had come easier than they did. I’d unsay a whole lot of things I’ve said over the years. But we are all accomplished, strong women.
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Congratulations, Tierney. See you at graduation. I love you so much.
Congratulations on your new job, Tahne. I am so proud of you and I love you.
Congratulations to me—after all, they’re mine.
And congratulations to all of you. We are women. Hear us roar.