This post was originally published on the Mom-101 blog.
We tend to mark the passage of time with the standard dates: birthdays, anniversaries, New Year’s Day. But sometimes you have an experience so profound, a random date creeps its way into the fray. For me it’s October 7.
Today in 2012, I was stepping off a plane in Ethiopia, bleary eyed, anxious and a little nauseated, all of which was trumped by the excitement of whatever would come next.
Now, one year later, my mind flashes through moments in Africa as if they were photographs: The strong women of fashionABLE (whose gorgeous Genet Scarf graces my neck this very moment). The beekeeping coop of women carrying their babies on their backs, up a steep mile-long walk to go to work. The young orphans who raced to sit in my lap and stroke my hair. The high school science teacher who was so proud to show us every lab experiment cobbled together with care, including a fish “tank” made of a garbage bag lining a cardboard box.
There were the 8- year-old children pulled out of indentured servitude and sent to school for the first time who, when asked their dreams for the future, had simple requests like staying in school or driving a car.
The women who, when asked their dreams for their children, first hoped for them to be healthy enough live past five, reminding me that mothers are all the same–until we’re not.
Some things you can’t unsee. Some things you can’t unfeel.
I know I’m not the only one in this place.
I see updates from Gabby Blair, Cathleen Falsani, Alice Currah, Rana DiOrio, Maya Samuelsson, Kelly Wickham, Jennifer Howze, Diana Prichard, Karen Walrond, Jeannine Harvey and my other sisters of the ONE Moms, and I know that we are connected by our experience and our forever changed hearts.
The perfect example: Asha Dornfest and Christine Koh, who have since authored the best-selling Minimalist Parenting and for this entire month will donate all royalties of book sales to Women at Risk in Ethiopia, which helps women lift themselves out of prostitution and create a life worth living, when there are few other opportunities available to them.
I have read the book. It is spectacular. Which is why I called it the must-read parenting book of the year–having nothing to do with my affection for the authors. Promise.
How awesome that while it’s helps so many women here, it will also helping women 6,900 miles away, if in a different way. Plus, publisher Bibliomotion is matching the donation raised from the first 100 books sold. So there you go. Buy one.
As Asha and Christine describe, you can’t help but see the juxtaposition of the book and the fundraising effort; the book was created to provide non-judgmental, common sense guidance in a society with filled with excess and so-called “first world problems.” Not that we’re all throwing $20,000 first birthday parties for our babies–but how beautiful that by learning how to pare down our own lives in simple ways and find contentment in living with less, we can also give to women who need more.
Click through this link and your purchase will be supporting women and mothers who, in another time and place, could be us. We could be them.
“There but for the grace of God…”
One year ago today, we thought we were in Ethiopia to give strength and support to women in need. I am certain that now, after a year of reflection, they gave just as much back to us.
If you are inclined to spread the world about Asha and Christine’s campaign on social media, and I hope you are, please include #womenatrisk and@minparenting so your efforts will be counted and amplified.