I would be remiss if I failed to write a post about the Women’s March this past Saturday. So here it is. You’ll have to forgive the lack of humor in this post. Sometimes I get serious over here.
I was never a political person. In fact, I strongly disliked politics and stayed as far away from them as possible. I managed to tune out the politics despite being surrounded by friends and family who were not only uber informed but also uber passionate about what was going on in the world. In fact, I married a very political guy – a political science major who became the teaching assistant for a Constitutional Law class.
I suppose it was only a matter of time that I changed my stubborn ways. But it wasn’t until I had kids that I decided to make a substantial change in how I approached life.
I had always worked hard. That much I had down. But, was that a good enough example to set for my kids? No, it wasn’t. So over the past few years, I’d say I’ve changed a lot. I work even harder. I make sure my kids see me working hard but know that it’s okay to take care of yourself too and kick back. We donate toys, clothes, money, and our time. I make sure to explain we are helping those who have less than us, even though my kids may not be old enough to truly understand. I stay informed with the hopes that they will be interested and want to stay informed as well as they grow older. I found a hobby I am passionate about, and I hope they will learn by my example and find things they are equally fulfilled by. I found a cause to give back to and got involved in our community. I’m a fanatic about recycling and saving water and am making sure they understand that our planet’s future, and in turn their future, depends on even the smallest actions. I marched, because I care about their future, and the future of everyone else.
I am lucky to have all of the things that I have. I also understand that what I am lucky to have achieved in this life is mostly attributable to the happenstance of who I was born to and the circumstances I was born into. Not everyone has that luck.
My purpose in life isn’t just to be a mom to these two amazing little people. My purpose is to mold and shape them from little people into caring, kind, productive, hard-working, and humanitarian adolescents and adults. I always knew I wanted to be a mom. But as they say (whoever “they” may be), you don’t really understand the magnitude of having children until you actually do it yourself. This magnitude is beyond great – the love, the worry, the overwhelming desire to do the right thing. No one can prepare you for that. So why not scoop up all of that magnitude and do something great with it?
Here’s to all of you mommas out there kicking ass. Change the world. Our children depend on it.