Women used to be proud of who and what they were. They were daughters, and moms, and teachers, and nurses and they loved using their empathy and compassion to take care of people. They were also brilliant. There were so few female writers, scientists, pilots, freedom fighters and yet everyone knows the names of the brilliant women who did accomplish great things in those fields. Being a woman didn't stop Agatha Christie, Marie Curie, Amelia Earhart or Harriet Tubman. They didn't have to pretend to be men. They didn't have to dress, and act like men or sue for men to include them. They did their jobs better than everyone else and they were accepted and appreciated for that.
I see it on social media a lot. A meme that goes something like, "You taught me everything except how to live without you, mom". I get the idea. I have lost my parents. My son has lost his father. There has been a lot of loss in my life. I miss them every day, but statements like that actually make of my father. Not in the way that you would expect. In fact, the opposite.
We as a society used to understand that kids shouldn't go into a rate R movie, never mind rated X, and yet somewhere along the line people stopped understanding this. It changed to, "oh, they can see worse on the internet... who cares?". Well, I for one care. Many people care. Many people SHOULD care.
Boys are boys. They roughhouse, they break things in their attempts to try something new, they dig at each other, they even fight... they are way more active than girls and have a hard time sitting still. Boys will be boys because boys are boys.
Drugs changed our lives forever.
As everyone knows, last Sunday was Mother's Day. The day that mom gets to get pampered. She gets breakfast in bed, and flowers, and candy, and taken out to dinner and little handmade cards from the little people she created and carried in her own body and has given up every second of her life to since.
This was Da's first birthday since his death day.. which I have no idea how I'm going to deal with.. but I still felt like the day should be observed. I still felt like my son should have the opportunity to celebrate the life that his Da had. No matter how sadly it ended.
Then he told me, "I wish I wasn't smart". I was completely taken aback. I had no idea what he was talking about. He said that he was so tired and so angry all the time. That he didn't want to do any of his work because of it. That if he wasn't smart that no one would care if he did his work or not and they would just leave him alone.
I can tell you that I have had a handful of significant deaths in my life, and I have reacted to them differently every time. Some of the differences are based on their relationship to me, some of them have been because of my age. Some of the differences are just because the more loss you have; the more you get used to it.
Today we all see the police, fire, and military presence memorializing those lost, and a great deal of them were armed forces and emergency services, but a lot of them were just everyday people who smiled at the front desk girl every morning. Today is about them and their families.