Every November I journal lists of things I am thankful for.
Tonight I read back over all the things I have jotted down on my thankful list this year….
(Just a few that made the list)
My Salvation
My family
Maleah recently accepted Christ as her Lord & savior
Maleah’s new school & amazing teachers
The power of prayer
Great friendships
Angel Andress
A job that I am passionate about.
coffee
Mac
Healthy children
My little brother.
That Maleah & Levi truly LOVE & LIKE each other a LOT, take care of each other & rarely argue.
Picnics in the living room floor with my kids & reading to them all piled in my bed.
The time I had with my Grandmother, My Uncle Walker & Aunt Mackie.
Our front porch swing.
The 17 freckles on Levi’s face.
Google (b/c without it I could not answer all of Levi’s questions.)
Tonight as I read over my list feeling thankful my mind kept flashing back to a magazine article I read early this year. It was actually January of this year. As I sat under the dryer @ the salon getting my hair colored I picked up the December 2010 National Geographic. I began reading an article titled “Veiled Rebellion”, which tells the story of Afghan women suffering under tribalism, poverty & war. Each story is nearly unbearable but it was page 39 that completely stopped my heart….

I don’t know if the text below the photograph is readable in this picture I snapped with my cell phone. Her name is Bibi Aisha. She is 19 in this photograph, taken the day she was interviewed. She was forced to marry at age 12. Beaten by her husband every day beginning with their wedding day.
MY daughter is 11. Already this is unthinkable to me.
One night her husband beat her so badly she thought she was going to die. She went to the neighbors home for help. To punish her for leaving without his permission her husband took her into the mountains. As several men held her down he cut off her nose, ears & hair.
The interviewer Elizabeth Rubin says “I wanted to be strong for Bibi, to give her hope. But when she described that moment, I began to cry.” I already had tears streaming down my face before I got to this sentence. Some parts through out the article I had to read several times just because It’s all so unimaginable to me. It’s so difficult to simply read it…. what if you had to live it?
When I was younger I remember hearing oprah say “Simply being born in America makes one of the luckiest women in the world.”
This stuck with me. This article has stuck with me. It deeply marked my heart. I asked to keep the magazine. I brought it home read it again. I waffled back and forth about the idea of sharing the article with my daughter. The photographs and stories are deeply disturbing as they should be. Still I want her to KNOW how blessed she really is. I decided to leave the magazine laying open to this page on my bed. I knew she would see it. I knew it would break her heart just as it did mine. I knew it would open the door to an important conversation. I wanted her to happen upon it and read it for herself so that she could think her own thoughts and feel her own feelings instead of having me stick it in her face & say you must read this b/c it’s important. She brought the magazine to me with tears & questions just as I knew she would. In the kitchen we sat, talked, cried & thanked the Lord. Simply for being born an American girl I am thankful. I can not imagine living in such hopelessness and fear. I can not imagine arranging a marriage for my daughter at 12 years of age. I can not even fathom the pain of having my nose cut off. I can not imagine any of this being normal acceptable life.
I have kept this magazine right beside my bed since that day. It reminds me that I have so much to be thankful for. It reminds me daily that my problems are really not that big. I feel like if Bibi has the strength and courage to go on… well then I should be charging at life full speed ahead!
I am thankful today for so much, including being an American girl raising an American daughter. The freedom to live my dreams, worship, love and choose. I am thankful. I am blessed.
Ashley, I couldn’t agree more. I took a photography workshop last month and the instructor kept stressing “have a picture taken of yourself with your child or parent…not a group picture…a picture of the two of you alone…one day you will realize how much it means to you”….he is so right.
I went through a box of pictures that my 87 year old dad had. Looking through, I realize that I have been “the family photographer” most of my life. There were pictures of my mom (who died over 20 years ago) with each of my siblings, but maybe two or three of the two of us together that I can find. I’ve always been behind the camera in the self-admitted reason for not liking to look at myself. I’m beginning to realize that those things shouldn’t be a factor when I never know when I or one of my children will be taken Home. My kids say all the time “here she comes with the camera…ughh”, and there are more pictures than I can ever scrapbook in photoboxes in my house…but I have told my husband and my family jokingly-serious…”one day you will be glad”. A gravestone is a forever memorial to a life that passed through this world, through someone’s life…but pictures tell their story. How I wish I had more of me and my mom….my New Years Resoloution is making sure my kids don’t have that same regret.
Let me know when you want your photos taken. I will be there with bells on girlfriend!
xoxo