Let Us Roar

I had another post planned for today but since it is International Women’s Day, I’ll save it for another time. Today I want to talk about Women.

When my grandmother was a little girl, her father dropped dead in the field while plowing. They were poor and lived in a remote area of South Georgia. Faced with a house full of hungry children and no man to help, my great-grandmother sewed simple dresses for girls and women and sold them at the local general store. She raised her family doing this.

When my other grandmother was young, her mother was perpetually pregnant or recovering from a miscarriage or from childbirth. My grandmother, though just a girl, tended her mother while raising her seven younger siblings. Then through the terrible years of the Great Depression, she helped house and feed them and their families when times got too lean.

This same grandmother and all her sisters were college educated at a time when many girls never attended high school. They became teachers and social workers.

My mother graduated from high school at the age of sixteen. She asked for and was granted permission to attend public school an additional year in order to take business courses to prepare her to work. She went on to hold responsible jobs to help support her family until she married my father years later.

These women are my heritage. These strong, brave, determined women are the reason I am here. I carry their DNA and I cut my teeth on stories of their sacrifices.

I know I’m not made of stuff as strong as them. I’ve been weakened by the ease our modern times provides. But what I have that they did not is my Voice. I can speak and shout and sing and chant and whisper and cry out for the justice and freedom they never knew. I can use my Voice through my purse and in the voting booth to influence and shape the world in which my granddaughter will raise her daughters.

Understanding our power, at last, is a profound part of reaching this stage of life. When we no longer cringe at the fear of disapproval from others and accept our thoughts and our bodies and our strengths, we can move the world.

When we know with certainty that we have less time before us than behind us, we can prune away the things upon which we once squandered our precious time and energy and focus instead on those matters that call to our hearts and souls, those matters we know in our gut need attention.

The legacy left me by my mother and grandmothers and great-grandmothers is one I’m very proud of. I owe it to them for their many acts of courage and labor and their sacrifices to be the link in the chain, to take my place in the continuum and use my Voice as they would have if given the chance.

As we celebrate women today, let’s all vow to step up and out of the shadows and use our Voices to heal this world and make it thrive for everyone.