Much of what is written on this blog is a self-absorbed salute to the personal pronoun. I write about the struggles of attempting to be human, and over-dramatize events that are common to the experience of much of humanity. Fun stuff, but my life outside of that struggle is devoted to faith and family. I am a dad, and that’s more fun than any amount of the hang-ups I prattle about. My daughter Anna, mentioned here at least once a week, is 10 years old. She’s a bright, insightful kid. Anna is an aspiring writer and actress and (in my biased opinion) the girl is pretty good at whatever she sets her mind to. One of the traits I notice in Anna when talking to her one-on-one is that she has a complete lack of confidence. I suspect that we live in a society full of girls and young women for whom confidence is in short supply. Girls Anna’s age live at a time when women should have historic amounts of bravado. Don’t hate me until after you finish the next statement: Anna lives in a time when the women’s equality movement is fading into the history books, because modern woman have surpassed the arcane ideal of just being equals with their male counterparts. The glass ceiling is fast becoming a thing of the past. The thing Anna lacks is confidence in her own ability and good ideas, despite the changing fabric of American life.
In talking to my wife about what to give Anna as a Christmas present, I started to think beyond the ideal of presents. Kids are bombarded with toys and plastic crap. I’m all for commerce in this economy, but there is more to life than just buying people material they don’t need. This kid, like many girls, is desperately in need of home run in life.
What I can’t buy Anna is the courage to forge her own identity.
This is what started the inspiration campaign. I began a campaign of seeking out words of inspiration from women of all walks of life to put in a book for Anna. Something that she can keep for her entire life and add letters to. The project has started by seeking out stories and messages of friends and women that Anna looks up to in her daily walk, from those that daily hold out a hand for her to hold. The great big project of craziness will take on a life of its own, I hope. My great wish is that there will be lots of messages of hope and courage from women who’ve scaled the mountaintop of success in all walks of life and can give back a few words of inspiration. Hmmm…I should have this done by December of 2019.
If you’ve got a few thoughts, life stories or inspiring words for a 10-year-old girl on the cusp of young adulthood in a world that drags down women before they even start to achieve, please feel free to drop a line. (No haters, because that kind of defeats the purpose of this project)