We are strong. We are mighty and selfless.
We are vigilant forces to be reckoned with.
We have an entire history of women who worked hard to place pavers for us to walk upon paths built with grit and determination. We are thankful for those women every day, and especially celebrate them in March during Women’s History Month.
We tear down perceived future barriers and march with angst and fortitude to make sure those barriers don’t dare rise again.
But just as quickly as we rise to the occasion to abandon barriers, we also rise to the occasion to tear down other women, as well as the woman staring back in the mirror. All while forgetting that change, history, takes time and that we are a work of art in progress on the ongoing timeline of life.
Could you imagine what it would feel like to be the mother of Amelia Earhart, Sojourner Truth, Rosa Parks, Helen Keller, or Anne Frank? I can’t fathom being one of the ladies who held these warrior babies in the palms of their hands after pushing them into life. Did they know the truth seekers, mountain movers, and world changers they would become?
What about your daughter, Mama? Is she going to go down in history?
Let me answer this for you…
Yes, she will. She has the power to ignite a fire in the legacy that has been paved before her.
I remember walking with my daughter and seeing a fellow who was bordering 80, outside with his shirt off, tending to his garden. You can be certain he was minding his own business. My daughter immediately saw the sagging, folded, thin skin that told the tales of aging on his body and in prime 4-year-old fashion, started yelling in a whisper, “EEWW! MOM! LOOK AT HIM!”
In that moment, I knew that I could talk or teach.
I chose to teach. I knelt down to her and put my hands on her shoulders. I asked her to look at his arms. Her eyes wandered from mine to look and as they did, I told her that those arms have hugged and held more people than she or I have in our entire lives. I told her that his legs have supported and walked with people that desperately needed him and that they have been doing that for longer than we have been alive. I told her his smile has been the root of a million laughs and his eyes have spent many hours watching people he loved.
She looked at me and told me he was beautiful.
She’s 6 now and still remembers that lesson.
I’m telling you this because on the walk home, I started thinking about my legs, belly, arms, chin(s)…my body. I thought of how many times she had heard me tear myself down while looking at the woman in the mirror during her tiny little four, very present, years. I knew that if I wanted to make sure she knew how beautiful she was, and that true beauty resides in your thoughts and actions, I had to start talking about and believing that I was beautiful too.
We were all fearlessly and wonderfully made.
We have the opportunity to raise up girls who will become women who can change history, and without first putting down that gorgeous, warrior face staring back at them. I’ve never felt the need to unscrew another woman’s lightbulb to shine, but you better believe I’ve felt dimmed and am done with that. Let us believe that we are illuminous. Let us believe that we, too, can change history while we’re here.
From one history making Mama to another,
** Who do you want to celebrate and honor during Women’s History Month? Who do you want your daughters to look up to? Please share with us in the comment section on here and on Facebook! Use #womenshistorymonth and #srqmom.
Here’s another Women’s History Month blog, and check back later this month for more. **