This past Saturday was one of the largest peaceful protests in US history. Men, women and children showed up all across the globe, in every state and on every continent by the thousands, by the millions, to demonstrate their desire for women’s rights for equal treatment, for equal pay, for equal opportunity for jobs, for their reproductive and healthcare rights, and for so much more. They marched against the election of a president who speaks sexually in on-camera interviews about his own daughter, who speaks out about sexually assaulting women and being proud of it, and who in my own personal opinion, has many more issues than I could possibly ever list here.
We couldn’t march Saturday. We were five people split in about eight directions that day, and when I originally saw the date and saw the conflicts, I knew we couldn’t be there. At the time of the actual demonstrations, I couldn’t even really watch because we were in and out all day, although I caught snip-its of the marches that were taking places all over the world, and I was so pleased, so proud of what I saw.
However, I didn’t really think twice about the fact that we couldn’t march with the others on this one day, because I know for a fact, that we in our house, march every day. Every single day we as adults and our children are marching for equal treatment, equal rights and equal opportunity for girls and for women.
“Hey sweetheart….are you a good girl? If you are, you’ll go get me a coffee. I like it black.”
“I really wish you were a boy. Things would be so much less complicated.”
“You can’t use that logo on your project. Most girls won’t know a sports logo when they see it.”
We’re marching every single day against treatment like that, happening right now to our kids, statements like that, requests like that that they’ve all heard spoken directly to them.
We’re marching to make sure our daughters know that it’s unacceptable to be treated like that and to make sure that they know that we could never cast a vote for someone who condones such treatment either; we could never do that to our daughters or to anyone else’s daughters either. We march every day to protect them all.
Every. Single. Day.
We are marching for other people’s daughters that haven’t heard those things yet, and our daughters are standing up to those requests and statements, advocating for themselves and for others who will come after them.
“You can’t speak that way to our daughter. Ever. It’s not okay.”
“I marched up there and I told him that I can too use that logo, that girls understand sports just as much as boys do.”
Our girls are taking risks others are afraid to take, or will only take if they are surrounded by other girls. They want to excel in a world that contains both women and men.
“There are only two other girls in my computer science class. I’m trying to get some more to take the class next year.”
“There’s only one girl in my friend’s engineering class. I’m so proud of her for sticking with it, she really loves it.”
“I’m the only girl in this robotics class. I don’t care, I love it.”
“Only one girl took the six week technology class, all of the other students were boys.”
Marching day in and day out.
“Why do you want to do that kind of class? That’s for girls.”
“The girls will have to choose between the dance and the sporting event. We’ll give them a shirt from the game though, if they choose to go to the dance.”
Each day we, all five of us, get up, we show up, we fight the fights some people know about, and we fight fights no one knows about. We make a difference for those who don’t think a difference needs to be made, because we know better. We live the life. We march and every battle we fight and win is a battle that hopefully no one else will have to fight.
We do it for our girls.
We do it for yours.
We do it for the ones who are coming after ours, paving the way for them, even though they don’t realize it.
We march for those who can’t.
We march for those who won’t.
We march for those who think they don’t have to.
We march for those who came before us.
And, we march so that some day those girls who come after us, won’t have to.