![]() ![]() When lewd locker room talk prevails, stand up against the normalization of exploitation. When everyone else is silent or still, I hope you are courageous. You will face opportunities for action or inaction, passivity or advocacy. That you won’t be crushed by despair but bring light to it. It will be hard, but you are stronger than you know. I hope that when you look into the darkness, you’ll meet people where they are. We need brave little warriors like you, dear one. ![]() It hurts us so much that we choose to look the other way. We glance over the ugly to see what we want to see. Little one, I hope you do not run from it. But all of this pales in comparison to my greatest hope for you. If you are all these things or none of these things, little one, you are so loved already. As I am given the title “aunt” and “godmother” to the children of my friends, I smile thinking of what it will feel like to be called “ mom.” And oh, I wonder who you will be? Will you be creative? Will I find you painting on every and any surface, including markers on my white walls? Will you be daring? Will you tempt fate and be no stranger to casts, bandages, and bruises with your daredevil stunts? Will you be outgoing? Will you start conversations with anyone and everyone and be the chatty neighbor in seat 34B? Will you be curious? Will I find you quietly scrutinizing books to feed your thirst for knowledge? While my friends welcome new tiny fingers and toes into their lives, I imagine who you will be. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |