A Change Of View..

I wanted to go out to a party on a school night, but my mum would not let me.

She said to me it was a School night and that I had to stay and do my homework.

I told my mom it was a lot easier when I was growing up.

She looked at me and said, " Young man, you don't know how difficult life was when I was a young woman. 

We had to fight for equal rights, equal pay & to get people to see beyond our gender.

You have had everything given to you. I just wish you could live a week in the life I had.

The next morning,g I woke up in a small apartment that I did not recognise.

But when I looked in the mirror,  I recognised a younger version of my mother.

Another woman came in and told me I had to hurry up because we were going to be late for work.

What a nightmare it was getting dressed.

My mom was a secretary back in those days, so it was a skirt, blouse, shoes, nice hair, and makeup.

It was strange, as it all seemed to come easy to me, like it was something I had done all my life.e 

I found out I had to work the same hours as a man but get paid less.

I also got no respect from the men at my work after three days in the life of my young mother I was being driven nuts.

My roommate came in and said, "Are you still up for the rally tonight?"t?

When at the rally, I burnt my bra like the other women and listened to their complaints about men seeing for the first time.

The next morning, I woke up back in my own bed, in my own time & in my own body. At breakfast, my mum asked me if I enjoyed the experience.

I said I didn't know you went through so much, and from that day on, I respected my mother and women more than I ever had before.