It’s my mom’s birthday and as I walked today I couldn’t stop thinking about how blessed I am. My mother has given so much, invested so many hours and so much money and energy in me. And more of it than I’d like to admit has been thankless, although I do try to show appreciation and gratitude. But every gift I give is already outnumbered 100 to 1–there’s nothing I could give my mother that she hasn’t already given me. She has made sure that I receive an exceptional education. She’s provided for me and all of my basic needs plus so many luxuries and “wants.” My mother has encouraged me to travel, pursue my interests, invest in my faith. Anyone with a mother like mine is extraordinarily blessed, and should tell her so. (Thanks mom, I love you.)
Celebrating my mother’s birthday leads me to think about the millions around the world without mothers, or whose mothers are severely disadvantaged. I’ve been reading a book called Half the Sky, which discusses the injustices that women live through every day, from human rights violations to abject poverty (disproportionate to men), denial of maternal health, human trafficking and sex slavery, lack of education, and the list goes on and on (and on). I wonder how we as a society, or as a world, can disrespect women this way. I won’t point fingers, because I know I’m part of the problem too. But still I have to ask–how can we treat a person who has the ability to create a human life with so little dignity? The book also discusses some solutions to the myriad crimes we have perpetrated against women, and I’d encourage anyone who reads halfway to check out the book or at least spend some time thinking about these issues, and how to help.
Visual stimuli from the past few days as a reward for reading my reflections: