Our daughters are watching
Swoop, silent, where did it go?
A black cloak draped across the shoulder of our world.
What has happened to life, responsibility, rights?
All of our history gone silent.
Vigilance overcomes us, we need to act.
© Laila Brady, January 22, 2017
My daughter, Laila, will be 10 next month. She has been writing poetry since she was 6. Poetry that has left her mama speechless time and time again.
On Sunday, the day after we participated in the #WomensMarch together in Augusta, Maine, she let me know that she had written a poem. These were the words on the page that she showed me.
My daughter is not exposed to media on television or in print.
However, we have had many conversations through our most recent election cycle about what her parents believe in and what we stand for.
She was with me when I caucused for Bernie in our little town in Maine. She was with me when I voted for Hillary. And she was with me when I cried tears of grief and fear the morning of November 9, 2016.
It has been a challenge to navigate the complexities we face with my daughters.
I want my girls to know, without question, how sacred and valuable they and all beings are on this great earth.
I have been finding my way in the balance of protecting them and supporting them in being awake in their young way to the times we are living in.
Laila is not a big talker but, my God, does she have a powerful voice. After I read this poem, I tried to keep my composure and I asked her what she was thinking about when she wrote it.
She told me she was thinking about what the women speakers at the rally in Augusta shared on Saturday.
We heard from state representatives. We heard from advocates for our environment.
We heard from a transgendered woman who has recovered from the trauma of almost being beaten to death for simply existing.
We heard from a Somalian refugee woman who has lived in Maine for 15 years and is sharing the American dream with her eight children, despite the discrimination they endure.
We heard from a woman representing grandmothers for reproductive rights.
We heard from a woman of the Penobscot tribe here in Maine. She spoke for the first people of this nation and our water protectors.
Laila heard these women's accounts of activism, stewardship, resiliency, trauma, discrimination, survival, vision, courage, hope, and oneness. Laila told me she wrote this poem in honor of their words.
Our children are the future. This isn't a concept. This is the truth. What we do today has real impact on what is possible for them and the generations that come after them.
The expression on Laila and Flannery's faces when they got up on their papa's shoulders and saw the expansive crowd.
Our daughters and sons are watching. What do you want to them to see?
Let the greatness, wisdom, and light of our children inspire us into a greatness within ourselves we haven't yet been courageous enough to acknowledge.
I'll be sharing inspired and DOABLE ways that you can act if you feel so called in the coming weeks. But please do contact your Senators today (phone numbers HERE) and ask them to represent the issues you care about. I am standing with you in solidarity, for the highest good of all beings on this earth.
With warmth & light,
P.S. I am offering a FREE call on January 31st at 7pm ET where I'm going to walk you through a beautiful process of living into the courage and magic of your callings this year. This call will be aligned with the spirit of all I've shared here (but will NOT be about my political beliefs, it will be about you listening deeply to your own callings!!!!!). You can join us for FREE here: Live The Magic of Your Word of the Year
P.P.S. Feel into the power of this beautiful song I recorded at the Women's March on Saturday.