By Kirsten Scott
I almost didn't make it home last night.
I am a migraine sufferer, and last night on my way home from a very long day at work, I started seeing a little wavy spot in my vision. Within five minutes, the spot had spread to a large crescent shape. By the time I pulled into my driveway, a few minutes after that, a large section of my vision was impaired.
Needless to say, this can be terrifying, particularly when you're in a car. In this case, I got home, took my meds, and thirty minutes later, the lines were gone and I just had one whopper of a headache.
My husband, fabulous alpha male that he is, instantly went into protector mode. In these situations he likes to herd the children away from me, get me into bed, pull the covers up, and gently shut the door. I feel him check on me later in the night. It makes me feel safe and cherished. It makes me feel...feminine. Fragile.
This morning I thought about the importance we place on our our heros being protectors. One of my favorite plot devices in romance novels is where the heroine is terrified of something (I like the old terrified-of-thunderstorms device), that something comes to pass, and the hero must protect, soothe, and care for her. He may even distract her with a little kiss...(heehee). This also works well with the heroine getting sick (ah, he wets her feverish brow) or hurt (he gently binds her wounds).
Yet as modern, liberated women, we're supposed to be the ones saving ourselves, right? We're supposed to be strong, tough, a match for our men. Is what we seek in romance novels a contradiction to this strength? Can the desire to be protected, cared for, and fussed over live in harmony with our "I am woman hear me roar" independence?
I love to feel fragile and delicate. I never feel more feminine than when my husband is protecting me. Yet I also like being a ball-busting attorney. Hmm. Am I dealing with multiple personalities, or is this simply a sign of being a modern woman?
What do you think?
(And in case you're wondering, no, that isn't me in the picture. Sigh. I wish.)