The Legacy of Sacrifice

Yesterday, being International Women’s day, my FB timeline was flooded with all sorts of women glorifying sentiments. The usual, you know.

The one that got my goat was one of the comments,’we are expected to be super woman 🙂 and still smilingly accept all our responsibilities without a fuss 🙂 .’

Why is that a good thing? I wouldn’t celebrate that! If we are expected to be super women, then something is just not right, Why can’t we just be women? Women, who are human, women who are accepted for what they are, rather than what they will ‘smilingly accept’. People who have the courage of their conviction to stand up against the wrongs meted out to them, people who do not have to ‘smilingly accept’ whatever is thrown at them. It makes me even sadder that some of the people who speak like this are mothers to little girls themselves. Is this how we want our little girls raised?

When I read such stuff, I can only hope that we leave a better legacy for our children. A legacy of fairness. A legacy of acceptance of a woman as she is. Not as a goddess, not a super woman, not that super motherly creature which only exists in some people’s dreams. or the delicate woman who needs to be protected, or a woman who has to give up her aspirations because of her ‘responsibilities’…

A legacy where both men and women are capable fulfilling their responsibilities, where responsibilities are not just the responsibility of a woman.

Where the culture is not upheld by just women, where a woman are not glorified in theory and treated like dirt in reality.

A time when my daughter will be able to see a Women’s day, without the cringe-worthy platitudes that flood us but makes no difference to the way women are treated.

A time when the legacy of sacrifice is not what we bequeath to our daughters.

That would be a Happy Women’s Day.