By: Samantha S. Daviss
Sadly our area of Texas has been hit pretty hard by Mother
Nature. In the past nine months our little town, our lakes, and our rivers have
survived torrential amounts of rainfall, flooding, flooded homes, flooded
roads, you name it we have seen it and survived it. But what makes me most
proud is how we as a community (being Texans) have pulled together to fight and
battle through this.
We always need the rain and the moisture, just as most do,
but not all at once. But through it all I have never been more proud to be a
Southern, nay a Texan, with Texas pride. We are those that have that Southern
congeniality, but know how to kick some butt in a back alley; we will strap a square
bale of hay on our backs just to get it relocated, we will manage, maneuver,
and handle our house, our kids, a job, and volunteering all with a smile on our
face and fresh lipstick on our lips. Yep, I am just talking about a Texas
woman.
Through this painful time in our state, I heard from a number
of my friends, as I was checking in on them all constantly. Without hesitation
I found myself surrounded by some amazing women with unbelievable stories and
spirits.
One friend went home in the rain to check on her animals in
the barn only to find herself being sprayed head to toe by a skunk. After a few
minutes hovered between her trucks and losing her lunch, she pulled herself up
by her boot straps, washed her entire being in Dawn liquid soap, and kept on
going to make sure her family and all her horses were doing okay in the
weather.
Then another friend put her safety before those she loved
most, her kids. As they were headed home down their road, she came upon a low
spot. And without hesitation, she got out of her car, removed her shoes, and
walked through the low spot to ensure that her car and her kids would make it
across safely, without the slightest hesitation for her safety in the rushing
water.
Another friend had to deal with a flooded sunroom while her
husband was out of town for nine days. Do you think she cried? No. She selected
her favorite wine, had a glass, and started pumping it out to the front street.
And finally, my other friend had her entire ceiling fall in one
of her bedrooms from moisture leaking in near her chimney. What did she do? She
messaged us all and told us how many glasses of wine she needed before she
started cleaning up the mess.
There is nothing wimpy about a Texas Gal, and if you think
otherwise you are sadly mistaken. We can go from ball cap to ball gown in about
2.5 seconds and you wouldn’t be the wiser. We can get our nails done, haul hay,
and sheetrock a room; without ruining that pretty manicure we just had done.
But the best part about a Texas gal is we do it all without complaining. We go
beyond the Southern Charm, it’s Deep South stamina.
We can be sweet and adoring, all the while run the farm as
well as any man, plus tend to the house, and the kids. So remember, it’s not
the muggers in New York City I would fear, it the Texas Gal whose cow just got
out, kid just got hurt, or property that just got damaged that I would be
fearful of in a back alley.
