"Why don't you come on back to the war, let's all get even"
Being heard has been a defining motivator in my life. As a mother in her forties, I find it bemusing how invisible I am.
Yet being invisible has its advantages. Much can be done when others are not paying attention.
I'm breaking my radio/blog silence because I can't quit you; this is my way of being heard. Even if only a handful of friends hear me.
The proof is in the pudding, as they say. Speaking and listening matter, but in the end, it's the actions that speak for themselves.
I am determined that my legacy be one of showing up. I show up to things I value. And when I can't show up (usually due to finances, or being the mom of twins), I want the people I love to know that I'm there in spirit.
People can throw around all sorts of ideas. Who wins. Why they win. Who's right and who's wrong. In the end, respect is apparent, no matter what is said.
Respect is showing up. Love is doing the dishes, voting, marching. Respect is learning and being open to learning. Being willing to be wrong.
Words matter. But in the end, what one does matters more than what one says.