Throughout my life, I’ve observed the incredible strength of women who rise above sexism and break through glass ceilings. My mother, a true warrior, divorced my father when I was just a child. With unwavering determination, she worked tirelessly for two decades as a secretary at a nearby university, all to ensure that there was food on the table and a roof over our heads.
I witnessed her being overlooked for promotions, which forced her to juggle multiple jobs just to make ends meet. There were moments when finding affordable childcare was a struggle, leaving me as a latch-key kid at times. She sacrificed her own needs—her social life, sleep, and even meals—just to give me a life that was a step above her own.
My mother taught me that life can throw a barrage of challenges your way—some that may wound you, some that may even feel deadly, and others that simply knock you off your feet and force you to start over. But when those obstacles come crashing down, you face them head-on with all the strength you can muster. That, my friends, is the true power of women.
Last night, as I sat on my couch reflecting on all of this, I found myself in tears. My two sons enjoy privileges I never had; they are loved and lack for nothing, benefiting from the advantages that come with being white boys. When they asked why I was crying, I tried to explain the significance of tomorrow—when I get to walk into a polling station and cast my vote for a woman. A woman who has fought passionately for a better future for all, just as my mother fought for mine.
I might not own a pantsuit, but my heart swells with pride. I carry within me the legacy of countless women who battled for the right to vote and dreamt of a capable, intelligent woman getting a fair shot at leading our country. As I prepare to cast my vote, I’ll send a prayer of gratitude to those who paved the way for this moment in history.
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In summary, the lessons of resilience and determination from my mother have shaped who I am today. As I move forward, I carry her strength with me, ready to face the future.