Motherhood is helping me dig into â and trust â the tides of change in the ocean of our culture. I am maintaining hope for my children and grandchildren. Just the other day my son, who recently crossed the threshold of 10 years old, peeked over his
Week Junior magazine and observed, âMom, they are always talking about âthe first female this or the first female thatâ. I just can't believe there weren't more before now." We both pause to grieve for a moment, a somber knowing nod. He is well aware that for ages women have been treated as second class citizens. Yet that just skims the surface of disparity.
Here's the thing though. I need to deliver these enormous truths with the golden lacquer of hope and the potential for change.
Here is how I'm doing that.
I have to share that oppression has been, and remains to be, true. These conversations tread through landscapes that make many people, particularly white males, feel overwhelming shame. But remember: this shame comes from an amnesia of interdependence. No one person is at fault, rather we are co-created within our ecosystem, internalizing beliefs and ideas â consciously and unconsciously â that create systems of power.
I choose to teach my sweet, white, 10 year old son that the golden lacquer to repair our fractured world is filled with a deep remembering of our unity. We must lift up those who have been thrashed by the waves of inequity, and lean on the privileged who have been lifted by the very same waves.
Each person you encounter is a generational ecosystem of experiences.
In honor of remembering our interdependence and the sacredness of every life form, Iâll leave you with an I-Max movie I saw at Houston's Natural History Museum narrated by Tom Hanks. It's EPIC and you can watch the trailer through this link:
The Passport to the Universe,
The worldâs most powerful telescope has captured what I am calling The Womb of Creation. The picture below are the sacs that hold the ingredients of our earth â including what makes up you and me.
