Being the Family Matriarch Isn’t All It’s Cracked Up To Be

  1. :  a woman who rules or dominates a family, group, or state; specifically :  a mother who is head and ruler of her family and descendants

When I think about matriarchs, I think about Queen Elizabeth or Dame Maggie Smith, who played Lady Violet Crawley, in Downton Abbey. While those women fulfill a visual image I have in my mind of matriarchs, I know that in reality one doesn’t have to look like Lady Violet.

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In fact, they can look like any of us. One day I looked around, and except for some aunts, I realized that I was the oldest woman in my family. A matriarch. Sheesh. Now how did that happen?

Of course, I know how it happened–just like I know why I have wrinkles around my eyes and mouth and my bones sound like Rice Krispies when I first get up in the mornings. Every day we live we are getting older; we can ignore it, we can deny it, or we can embrace it–but it’s going to happen no matter what your plastic surgeon tells you.

The View From The Bottom of the Stairs

When I was a young girl, I was convinced my mother and grandmother knew everything. There was no problem they couldn’t solve. Until one day there was a problem they couldn’t solve; my mother was diagnosed with terminal colon cancer. I promised her I would look after Grandma and I did. She lived with us the last few years of her life and it was an honor to care for her.

Grandma was the greatest matriarch I’ve ever known. She ruled her kingdom with kindness and love. All her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren were in awe of her humble heart. We loved her so much that all she had to do was beckon and we came running to see what she needed.

After the death of my mom and grandmother I should have realized that I was now the matriarch but I didn’t. Partly because I was too busy raising five children but also because I didn’t want the responsibility or worry that came with the title.

Matriarchs are supposed to have all the answers to all the family questions. Like, “What’s Grandma’s recipe for stuffing?” or, “Why did our great-great grandfather  shoot someone on the town square?” And while I happen to know the answer to those two questions (recipe here and shooting story to be told here on my blog at a later date) there are treasure troves full of stories I have forgotten or never knew.

Wearing the Crown

Unlike my grandmother my kingdom’s subjects don’t always come running when I beckon. In fact I can be buried under mounds of dirty laundry and scream bloody murder and no one would think anything about it.

“What’s that noise?” one son would say to the other.

“It’s mom screaming again,” says the other son. “Something about dirty laundry.”

“Oh, can you turn the television up? I can’t hear ESPN.”

“Sure thing.”

Maybe Lady Violet would do things differently, but my family is stuck with me. A forgetful, slightly ditzy matriarch who loves her tribe beyond measure.

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5 Comments

  1. You are so funny Teresa! Congrats on becoming a matriarch without realizing it. I guess it just sort of creeps up on you. I guess I’m also next in line. My mother died many years ago but I still have a few aunts who are doing very well for their age. Maybe we can break the mold and create a new type of Matriarch?

  2. Thank you Nina, it always means a lot when someone takes the time to comment. I really appreciate your kind words. That’s what keeps writers writing!

  3. So glad you visited me at Hope in the Healing so I could “meet” you. This is a great place! Having just become a Nana, after ten years of hearing doctors tell my “kids” it would never happen, I am rejoicing in this miracle we have been given in Norah Jayne. Elated would be the word. I have followed you on social media to gain some wisdom and insight. Blessings! ?

  4. While I’m not the matriarch of my tribe yet, I loved your article. I loved your description of your bone in the morning (like Rice Krispies!). I wish I had known your grandmother. She sounds like a wonderful person. I hope to be like her someday . . . ruling my kingdom with kindness.

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