Witches: The Transformative Power of Women Working Together

Witches: The Transformative Power of Women Working Together (2019)
by Sam George-Allen

(This book has SOoo much to reflect on that I know this post will be a series of digressions, and, for that, I apologize in advance.)

I picked this book up in a round-about way.  After reading Anna Meriano’s Love Sugar Magic series with my seven-year-old, she was all about brujas (witches).  There were spells and grinding of herbs and all sorts of make-believe happening here.  As I usually do in these situations, I hopped online and ordered every single witch or spell book I could find at the local library.

Many of the books we ended up with weren’t quite what I was looking for at the time, but this one by Sam George-Allen pulled me in immediately.  It’s a book written for adults, but this book reaches far beyond the reader.  And while I didn’t read this to my daughter (yet), it will most certainly effect how I relate with her.  This isn’t a book about potions and cauldrons and brooms.  As the title explains, it’s a book about women coming together.  The chapters in the book cover different groups of women–everything from farmers to dancers.  Trans women to nuns.  Every single chapter captivated me.  I often fly through books that I enjoy as much as I did this one, but I think I knew early on that George-Allen’s book was going to require some serious time and thought on my part.  I can honestly say this book has contributed to a big shift in my thinking and will continue to do so.

Like the author admits in the Introduction, I, too, have held some huge misconceptions about women in the past, despite calling myself a feminist.  I was very swept up with the cultural idea that women were “drama,” and I spent a good part of my young adult life priding myself on the fact that most of my good friends were guys.  I poked fun at cheerleaders and sororities, or, really, any sisterhood of women.

The shift to recognizing the importance of women in my life has been a gradual one.  Years ago, I worked with a wonderful group of women who spoke often of women’s groups and the power of women getting together.  And still it didn’t fully sink in for me.  It was really my transition into motherhood (oddly, only in that the author clearly states she doesn’t aspire to be a mother) that really connected me with other women and helped me see the value and power in female friendships.  Even though not all my good friends are mothers, and while I do very much respect and value women who consciously choose that path, I know that motherhood was my initiation into the female circle.  Not because it hadn’t welcomed me previously, but because I hadn’t let it.

I remember taking rare and sacred walks by myself when my first-born was a baby.  As I walked, I thought about the baby I had carried and the birthing I had been through, and I knew that despite fatigue and uncertainty in this new passage of life, I was absolutely THE strongest and proudest I had ever been.  I remember passing by male friends in the neighborhood and waving and smirking to myself.  I was a freakin’ warrior!  They would never know the deep power I knew.  I was connected to generation upon generation of women who had been through the same birthing rites.  Motherhood put me in circles of midwives and moms at La Leche meetings.  I connected with my friends who were mothers on a deeper and richer level.  And, those deep bonds carried over into my friendships with women who don’t have kids as well.  My relationships with the women in my family have also seen undeniable benefits since my initiation into motherhood.  My circle of women now is strong and so important to my life.

The chapter in George-Allen’s book on make-up blew my mind.  Just as in my admission earlier that I used to shy away from too many friendships with women, I’ve also let myself develop some pretty whacky ideas about hair and make-up.  I considered these things way too “girly” for me. (And HOW and WHY did an actual word built from the word “girl” develop a negative connotation?!  I’m embarrassed I’ve used it in such a way and for so long.)  This book opened up my eyes to an amazing example of the powerful feminine right in front of me–our daughter.  When she was a baby, I refused to put her in pink dresses or headbands or anything that would be too “girly girl.” (There it is again!)  I had read Peg Orenstein’s Cinderella Ate My Daughter book, and while I don’t remember much of the book now, I did have a great dread of our daughter going down the princess route.  Reflecting on the princess culture would take me off into another long tangent, so I will just say that our girl is strong and feisty and independent… AND loves, LOVES dressing up in pretty dresses and putting on pretend make-up and fixing her hair.  I’m quick to tell people she’s just as comfortable in fancy dresses as she is in a Hiccup or Woody costume, but, again, this implies that it is somehow only “okay” for her to be feminine IF she also embraces the masculine?..   Anyhow, reading the make-up chapter was a complete shift in my thinking.  And it has helped me look to my seven-year-old in awe.  She is an example of a true feminist.  She embraces her femininity with enthusiasm and pride, while still asking questions like, “Why aren’t there more Lego women represented on this police force?” when watching YouTube, or asking questions I’d never thought to, like these ones here.  I guess it’s no wonder this girl was born on International Women’s Day.

As you can see, Witches gives a lot of room for reflection.  I haven’t even touched on the revelations I had while reading chapters like the ones about sex workers or nuns.  Each chapter is its own beautiful, eye-opening exploration of the power of women coming together.  For too long now, many women have been taught to see each other as competition or have been too busy putting one another down.  Perhaps this has worked to some males’ perceived advantage to keep this isolation and rivalry going on between women.  Because when women do come together?  Well, magical, powerful change happens.  We’re starting to see more and more of this.  And, wow, does our world need it.

 

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Amira

Amira Willighagen in Venice

I’m a complete sucker for music that moves people and brings people together.  For decades I’ve cried tears of pure joy when people get up and sing the National Anthem.  When I was a young child obsessed with The Beatles, I knew I was experiencing magic when watching videos of them perform.  And now, looking back, I don’t even know if it was their music so much as the way it affected people.  But, I guess that’s really one and the same though, isn’t it?

I stumbled across Amira Willighagen in the most random of ways on the YouTube.  And while she’s been well-known throughout the world for many years now, I just fell in love with her.  In the past, especially as a former music major, I feel like I’ve been surrounded by people who are cynical of young musical prodigies.  Arguments abound as to why these young children shouldn’t be doing this.  Sometimes it’s concern for their vocal cords or for their emotional well-being.  Maybe it’s the argument that they shouldn’t be singing about the big things of life before they’ve experienced them.  And while perhaps some of these arguments might hold some validity, I think these mostly stem from places of jealousy.  And my older self sees that these young musicians are actually (often) much closer to a more spiritual and pure place than most adults.  They can connect to the Other World that is music in a much more natural way.  So, I say Huzzah to that.

But, wow.  This video.  Are you kidding me?!  A gorgeous, picture-perfect evening in Venice.  Audience members dressed in their best and members of the orchestra and choir dressed in actual ball gowns!  Oh, my heart.  And then this beautiful, calm angel walking onto the stage, in a dress that I would freely wear every single day if I could, sings the lovely O Mio Babbino Caro.  Oh, how I love this song.  I don’t really care what the translation is or if a 10-year old “should” or “shouldn’t” sing it.

But one of my favorite parts, always, is watching people’s reactions.  I can’t help but swell with a love for humankind when people connect over a shared experience like this.  Wiping away tears or gasping with amazement.  Closing their eyes in pure peace and joy.  (By the way, I realize a camera would never ever show a close-up of me at something like this, as I would be a mess of sobbing tears mixed with slightly psychotic laughter at the sheer beauty of it all.)  Anyway, give a pause and watch this.  Seriously magical.

(And I don’t often scroll through comments, but I did a little bit and fell in love with this one–“Does God know he’s missing an angel?”)

A New Holiday Helper

For ADULT eyes only!

As I mentioned in this post, I had very big hesitations about inviting Santa or other magical visitors into our home at first.  But once the decision was made, I delighted in watching our daughter enjoy the magic.  Her daily imagination and story playing amazes me, and so these visits just add to the fun.  She has always wanted to play that we were Santa or the Easter Bunny or any number of visitors who frequent our home.  And even as young as five, she inadvertently gave me clues that made me realize that she already knew the secret.  Darn.  I’ve been so careful.  And with no school or television that would have let her know, I was a little bummed, but impressed, she had figured it out so early.  But she continued playing along, with questions here and there.  And then came Halloween this year…

In the days leading up to Halloween, she began asking questions like, “Does Santa steal from stores?” because she’s been very curious about the company logos on some of the gifts.  And while I began her journey by making all Santa gifts homemade, I didn’t quite keep up.  Then the day before Halloween, the questions became more direct.  “How do Santa and Switch Witch know if they’re invited to visit someone’s home?”  I answered that Dada and I invited them when she was born.  “But where did you get their address?”  And so on.  I tried my best to answer vaguely, not getting too tangled in an intricate lie, while also allowing the story to go on if that seemed right.  But when she muttered phrases like, “I just don’t know if they’re really…” and then stopped herself, I knew it was time.

I cried thinking about how quickly the journey had gone.  Then, I second guessed it all and decided that Halloween and the upcoming visit from Switch Witch that night was definitely NOT the day for this conversation.  But that morning, she asked, “Are you sure you and Dada don’t just eat the candy and then leave a gift?  Tell me the truth.”  Those four words sealed it.  It was time.

I didn’t answer immediately, especially with Little Brother present and wanting to discuss it all with my husband and sob a bit.  But I typed up a general idea of what I wanted to say in a conversation.  And later in the day when Little Brother miraculously took a nap, we jumped at the opportunity.  It felt scary and awkward going into it.  A huge step in her growing up and, well, basically admitting we’d been deceiving her and her brother since birth.  But, I did my best to explain it clearly and gently.  She listened.  And then with each new question she asked about another magical visitor, I held my breath as I answered slowly and honestly.  And when it all sank in…

She was giddy with excitement!  Yes, the secret of Santa left our first-born completely thrilled!  Of course, it helped that she was invited to help us with the story for her brother.  She delighted in seeing where I keep future gifts, and when I explained the fonts and notes and back stories to her, she must have thanked me a dozen times for doing everything I’ve been doing.  Yes, it was pretty much best-case scenario.  Sometimes our headstrong, stubborn, loving, vocal kids are a lot to handle, but moments like this…well, they help a lot.

 

This was a letter I read awhile ago for future assistance with all this.  And below is the vague outline of what I, personally, said, although it was a conversation, rather than a letter.  (I definitely didn’t feel great about just improvising this conversation, without some idea of what to say):

(Quick background–Our daughter wrote to Santa last year asking if she could come to the North Pole this year and train as an elf.  There were lots of detailed questions she asked him in a letter about what to bring and if they had some healthier alternatives to just cookies and so on.  But it was arranged that she would leave with St. Nicholas on the 6th, travel to the North Pole, train as an elf for a couple weeks, and then return with Santa on the 25th.  My thinking, even a year ago, in letting this play out, was that by Christmas this year, she would probably be ready to be an “elf” of sorts with us.  As I said, there have been hints and big questions for awhile.)

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You have grown up so much, especially this year.  You’ve always been so much older than you are, understanding feelings and stories and concepts that most kiddos your age just aren’t quite ready for.  And this year, you’ve stepped up so much in your responsibility and your help with (Brother).  We’ve loved watching you grow.  As parents, it makes us so happy but also a little bit sad.  Does that make sense?

Well, these past several days you’ve been asking a lot of big questions about Santa and Switch Witch.  Daddy and I have been doing our best to answer, while talking with each other about if you’re ready to become a holiday helper.  You really wanted to be an elf this year, and I know there has been some concern about going with Covid and missing us.  Well, the truth is, when Mamas and Dadas choose to invite Santa into their homes, they themselves get to become elves, sort of. Santa and Switch Witch and the Easter Bunny are always alive in our hearts. They help us feel magic and help us believe in things we can’t see. But their work is done by us, by parents. We get to choose gifts and wrap them and present them as part of the magic of the holiday.

You will still get to have presents from all our special holiday visitors, and you can choose how you want to play part of the magic story – being completely surprised or also being a helper with us. Because the really cool part for you as an older sibling, is that now that you know this, you get to be an elf with us for (Brother), if you would like.

This is something we want to share with you because we know we can trust you to hold this information in your heart and still let (Brother) have these magic stories for as long as he holds them. And kiddos get to learn about Santa at all different ages. So, your friends or cousins might not know the secret about their parents getting to be helpers. So, we can’t say anything, ok?

But, if you have any questions, we’re always here. We just have to talk about it in secret. And you will still get to play in these magic stories; you will still have baskets and gifts from all our holiday visitors. It’s just now, you get also get a chance to play a new role in these stories too.

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And so now, we have a new holiday helper!  The day or two after the Big Reveal, she had lots and lots of questions and new realizations.  But it’s calmed down.  Heading into holiday season she keeps telling me just how excited she is to know The Secret.  She has LOTS of plans, and now I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve just been replaced…

Love Sugar Magic

Love Sugar Magic (2018)
by Anna Meriano

Leo is suspicious.  Her family is keeping secrets and she wants to know what’s going on.  Eleven-year-old Leo has four older sisters who spend an awful lot of time at the family bakery.  When she discovers her mama and sisters are actually brujas (witches), she’s determined to learn as much as she can about magic.

This book is a wonderful story of family, friendship, magic, and being human.  Amidst magic and spirits, Meriano has created very real and relatable characters.  And despite occasional disagreements and conflicts between the family members, I just find myself wanting to cozy in at the bakery and be a part of the Logrono family for the day.

After reading (a somewhat edited version of) the book to my seven-year old, she has a new interest in panaderias and learning Spanish.  We read the first book of this series at the perfect time this fall, as it starts right before Dia de los Muertos.  Our daughter took the initiative in setting up an ofrenda of photos and a trail of flower petals leading to our door for November 1st.   In the week since we’ve read the first and second books of the series, we’ve been to two panaderias in our town that I never even knew were there.  I’m so grateful for these wonderful stories, and we’re very much looking forward to the rest of the series!

Our Tooth Fairy

Our tooth fairy made her first visit back in January.  For years, I had wondered what our family’s tooth fairy would be like and what she would leave in exchange for teeth.  I didn’t necessarily like the idea of money, as I’d heard the amounts get out of control and was afraid she might be out of the right amount on the night a tooth fell out.  I had heard of some tooth fairies leaving seeds, which I loved in theory, but didn’t see us doing much with at this point.  So, finally I realized our tooth fairy would be bringing beads.  She collected many fun and decorative beads to have on hand, and she also promised a fairy doll which the beads could be sewn onto.  (I’m sure beads could also be made into necklaces or sewn onto small doll pillows as well.)  Our fairy, Flora, left a bead and small fairy skirt her first visit.  Her next visit brought another bead and a tiny fairy wand.  She was going to continue like this, bringing things like wings, tiny slippers, etc, each time, but life became busy for sewing all these, and so she left the doll on her third visit.

Our tooth fairy writes in very tiny writing, and thanks to many questions left in notes by our daughter, she also has a very elaborate backstory.  She realizes that teeth like to pop out on trips and such, and so she always plans by writing some notes ahead of time and traveling with beads.  But were she to ever miss a tooth, I’m sure she would have a very understandable explanation the next night.