by Leila Miller
My husband is the early riser in the family, and on most weekend mornings I stumble downstairs, bleary-eyed, as the kitchen radio screams out the hits of the 1970s. This can be torture or it can be wonderful, depending on my mood and the song.
One morning, my positive energy surged I when I recognized the first notes of the feminist anthem, I Am Woman. Helen Reddy was belting it like a boss, and I was right there with my sista singing along…
Yes, I am wise! But it’s wisdom born of pain! Yes, I paid the price, but look how much I gained!
Dancing around, remembering how I learned this song as a little girl, and how much my strong, conservative mother loved it…
If I have to, I can do anything! I am strong! I am invincible! I am wooooomaaaan!!
Dancing more, humming the next lines because I did not know the lyrics…
I am woman watch me grow, see me standing toe to toe, as I spread my lovin’ arms across the laaaand!
And then — I did a double-take. No, that can’t be, can it? I couldn’t have heard that word, not in a feminist anthem! “Dean, did you hear that? In this song?” I quickly googled the lyrics and there it was:
But I’m still an embryo…
Whoa! Ms. Reddy said “embryo”! She just compared herself to an embryo!
Leila Miller is a wife and mother of eight children who has a penchant for writing and a passion for teaching the Catholic Faith in simple ways.