Since 1987, the United States and other countries, including the United Kingdom and Australia, have designated March as National Women’s History Month. I, for one, have been lucky to be in the presence and influence of ordinary women who continually step up and into situations where reasoning, support, or change is needed.
I’m not reducing the achievements of great women in history, those who lead political endeavors, fight for our freedom, or entertain us with music or acting. No, I’m focusing on today’s women—those in my town—those who do so much yet receive little recognition—those who carry the weight—those who make a difference in little ways every day.
I’m writing about you and your sisters, friends, mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and daughters.
This past week I participated in the joy of the Sterling Tigers representing us at the State Basketball Tournament. They didn’t win the 1st place trophy but made us proud with the impressive 3rd place title.
I admired our women’s heart, dedication, and tenacity throughout the season. They didn’t dribble and shoot, but they were there. It made me think of the famous song by Bette Midler, Wind Beneath My Wings.
Moms posted information and pictures on social media game after game, prepared weekly team meals, adorned the team bus, decorated and filled goodie bags for the players, organized a team send-off parade, packed snacks, and cried when the team won or lost.
Call me wrong, but I think they did it all out of love and hope for their sons, but in the process, the whole team, school, and community benefitted.
The morning of the send-off parade, teachers at Campbell and Ayres schools organized the students to safely and orderly line up and cheer as the team drove by the schools on their way to the DU Ritchie Center in Denver. Many of the students held handmade black and orange signs. Adorable!
I know how much effort it takes to get such a seemingly simple event to happen. I was impressed and knew it would not have happened without the heart and hands of women in those schools.
At the tournament, moms, wearing matching Tiger’s T-shirts, handed out black and orange necklaces and orange pompoms to the crowd. They then sat together and made a lot of noise with the intention of the team hearing and seeing support from the stands.
I’m not negating the value of what men contribute. Still, during this National Women’s History Month, I highlight the inclusive and unending labor and support I witness from women and young girls.
It makes me smile.
May we all appreciate the extraordinary women, who every day, enhance our lives.
Join me in saying, “Kudos—you are stars.”
Until the next time: Live while you live.
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