Women haven’t been given a lot of space in history books, I’ve noticed. The kids and I are listening to The Story of the World on CD every night before bed (thanks Angie) and it’s gotten me to thinking about the way we record which events we think of as important. About who records it, what their bias is, and what we teach our children. What should we aspire to? What makes a life well lived?
For all of the Big Events that we read about, there have been countless smaller ones that were just as important. Just as heroic, just as inspirational, and just as noteworthy. Just not noticed. There are 6 billion or more people on this planet, all with stories to tell, and most of them will never be heard. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could celebrate the courage of the every day choices?
I remember walking through the grocery store shortly after the birth of my fourth child, with the newborn strapped onto my chest, the 2-year old sitting in the shopping cart, the 4-year old hanging off it’s side, and the 7-year old in tears behind me, and hearing a young clerk whispering loudly (that’s an oxymoron!) “SHE must have been desperate for groceries!”. I was tired. The children were disheveled. We were all barely hanging on to our tempers. I WAS desperate for groceries, I had just moved to town, I had no real family support, and I was doing my very best to keep it all together. Just getting through the day back then felt heroic. What about people in refugee camps? People in war zones? It boggles the mind.
In honour of the unspoken about, the unwritten about, and the often unthought about, a quote:
One’s philosophy is not best expressed in words, it is expressed in the choices we make. In the long run, we shape our lives and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our responsibility.
~ Eleanor Roosevelt