Healing the youngest one of her crimson wind chapped chin & lips, the snotty nose, the crackling cough…that’s what garnered for my attention yesterday morning. To be honest, they were my sole focus throughout Election Day as I wracked my brain for excuses to keep from voting.
It’s not like my vote matters, I tell myself. Plenty of other people will come out to vote. And even if I vote, does it really affect who wins and who loses.
Plus, I’ll have to take the kids with me. {Dramatic sigh inserted here} That means a 1/4 mile bike ride with kids who should have Complainer as their middle name. {Don’t let the pictures fool you!}
Yes, I get that 1/4 of a mile seems like nothing to you. Yes, I know that Papaw George walked endless miles in World War II so I could be ensured of this thing called Democracy. This freedom to have a voice in our laws & leaders.
But the whisper on the wind resounds…Jessica, does it even matter?
And as I went to sleep last night, I was crushed for you. Heart broken for you who had poured hours upon hours into sleepless nights, crusading for a cause you believed in and I was once again reminded of Papaw.
He would be so proud of how you fought for what you believed in.
He would tell you, win or lose, it was worth it.
And you know why it was worth it?
Because you opened people’s eyes… to fracking, to the dismay of our current education system, about jobs for those who call Appalachia home. It matters because when you stand behind a cause it provokes thought. Whether they share your same views may not be the end result.
What matters most is that you fostered learning, you passed on knowledge, and you inspired those around you to take a stand and be passionate for what they believe in.
And this morning when I woke and found that Measure 92 was still too close to call, my heart soared with joy. No, victory can’t be celebrated, yet. And perhaps, this specific Measure won’t even pass in the next few days. But it gave me hope that one day, one day, I will wake the morning after Election Day and find that a cause I believe so much in will pass.
So don’t give up. Don’t think your vote doesn’t matter. Or that your cause isn’t worth fighting for.
Nothing worth fighting for was ever won easily.
Love,
{And PS…I did take the kids to vote}
BEautiful words Jessica. I look forward to reading more of your writing.
Thanks Tricia for your encouraging note! My sister was the campaign manager for a senate race that did not win and my heart broke for her and I wanted her to know that what she fought for does matter.
Reading this made me pause and think– really think about the freedoms we have in this country one of which is the right to vote. I made an effort to vote yesterday and reading this reminded me of why it was worth it.
Taking the kids to vote on Tuesday made me realize how unappreciative I can be of this freedom. I complain about having to take the kids with me, when all over the world people would give anything to have such a basic right to vote.
Excellent storytelling – love the way you format with interesting photos! Such an important story from a mom’s perspective.
Thanks Leigh. Sometimes I wonder what people think of all the photos I include. I just love photography and always enjoy seeing other people’s photos, so that inspires me to share my own.