Being a Matriarch

A big misconception about retirement is that it’s slow-paced and carefree. I’m busier than ever. Although I no longer fret about work problems, other concerns take my attention. Managing family dynamics and planning family get-togethers (like a recent baby shower) are the business of my days—where much of my mental energy goes. What matriarchs do.

‘Matriarch’ sounds grandiose, but the dictionary characterizes us as powerful older women in charge of a family, or female leaders. Respected. My definition is adjacent: we’re strong, influential older women who use our talents and love to strengthen our families, friends, or other groups. Not queens or rulers. Ordinary women. We may be grandmothers—the two roles can overlap—but women don’t have to have grandchildren to be matriarchs.

Examples come to mind readily. One friend juggles half a dozen complicated schedules to plan holiday celebrations. When her adult child fractured an arm, my friend stepped in with meals, groceries, and good cheer. Periodically, she has done daycare and shown up to care for a sick grandchild. Beyond child care and grandmothering, she mediates behind the scenes when adult children are at odds.

One woman regularly drives to another city when one of her married children needs help. She has provided relief post-surgery, offered support after a death in the family, and made getaway weekends possible for her adult children. She is wise and comforting, but above all, she shows up. 

Another matriarch I know focuses on maintaining ties among friends, former students, and godchildren scattered across the country. She writes the notes, makes the calls, sends the gifts, and organizes the visits that sustain those relationships.

For years, I have organized a yearly reunion with my side of the family, fostered connections with my husband’s extended family, and coordinated gatherings with my sons and their wives. In addition to the practical details of all those events is the need to consider participants’ feelings and circumstances. 

Matriarchs’ work doesn’t have to involve a crisis and it is often invisible. We operate in the background to care for and support our people: do shuttle diplomacy among various personalities, advise about jobs, and organize celebrations.

Being in the background means our efforts aren’t always obvious, but when I look around, I see plenty of matriarchs who are enriching lives within their circle of influence. There’s so much we can’t change out in the big world. Our focus is making a big difference in the smaller—but more important—world of family and friends.

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6 responses to “Being a Matriarch”

  1. Ann Coleman Avatar

    This is so timely! I’ve just returned from a week-long vacation with my whole family, and let me tell you: this matriarch is tired! But I honestly don’t mind taking care of them all, even when they don’t seem to realize just how much I’m doing.

    1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

      Most of the time I enjoy it—I chose this role. But I know they don’t realize how much I do . . . I didn’t have any idea how much my Mom did either!

  2. Eliza Waters Avatar

    Unsung heroes for sure! 🙂

  3. writers70pocket Avatar

    A true woman behind the scenes is why most families keep going. Thank you for sharing this.

    1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

      Thanks for reading! I recently looked around and realized a lot of women my age do this unseen work, so I wanted to acknowledge it.

      1. Sally Showalter Avatar
        Sally Showalter

        You did a respectful and honest reporting of it to. Worn many of the hats you speak of.

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