Yesterday, when I saw on Instagram that it was International Women’s Day, I thought about what that means to me for a while.
I grew up very conservative. I knew that if I went to Facebook I would see posts from people I knew about how women didn’t need a day (or a protest or a march or a movement); they needed to get to work or they needed to forget about themselves and look at Jesus or they needed to stop trying to be men. There are still people who don’t realize that women need a day.
Not because women are better than men. Not because women are the point because really, as trite as it sounds, Jesus is. Not because motherhood isn’t valuable or I don’t believe in traditional marriage or I want to argue about the wage gap.
Women need a day. Women need a day because there are stories like this and this and this. (And that last line of that last article? “I don’t have help from anyone, but my children have dreams and I want to make them real.” makes me cry out ‘Why am I wasting time on dumb stuff?’) Y’all, I skipped the graphic stories. Disappear into the internet on this topic for a while.