A Women's Spirit

There is something inquisitive about a Woman's Spirit. I learned this first from my mother who always saved the last peice of pie for herself. Of course, she waited patiently to make sure everyone else got a peice and though none was ever left over for her she seemed perfectly content watching everyone else enjoy a peice. A woman does things for everyone around her and somewhere finds energy to do more. No one seems to notice that nothing has been done for her. However, curiously enough she waits to take care of herself after she has cared for everyone else. But after caring for everyone else's needs there is no time left for her to care for her own needs. You would think this would wear her down and sometimes she thinks that it has. But even more curious is all it takes to recharge her for another round, to refuel her for the long haul, to satisfy her soul, is a mumbled, mouth-ful, "Great pie, mom," as the back door slams. Though alone with the dirty dishes, her spirit is lifted and she's off again when all others would have been crushed and defeated long ago.