A Child’s Sanitized Version of G the Dad

The little girl A, who is 8, asked me for a poem about daddy, who is again away in Greece

Fighting neighbors in order to get the property back to its rightful owner, A’s mom.

The old neighbors feel like only a man can effectively fight to get ALL the land back

Which goes back many generations in her family. Women are considered subordinate

And easily taken advantage of. Only men can have power and control. Thus an unmarried woman is easy fodder for unscrupulous land grabbers.

 

This is one reason for M to marry G. Also, to become a mother, a life dream, a reason why a life is important. To be a wife and mother is the highest calling for many women, in many cultures on Earth. What one does for a profession is simply a means to an end: to have money to survive and pay necessary bills.

But this viewpoint is antiquated (old fashioned). Women are indeed equal and necessary

to the proper functioning of society. The work we contribute to benefit society has value, and the status of whether a woman gets married or not is ACTUALLY NOT the whole story.

G has made his wife subordinate to him, and so her priorities have lesser weight, and her life is actually controlled by him. Little A is learning this example first hand, seeing how her parents function. Still, A loves her daddy and mommy very much, and they both love her. She gives their lives a kind of extra permanence to the future…as we are only given finite time on Earth, they provide A’s framework for what is normal, and what is not.

 

Will these parents get to see what little A becomes as a woman? They had her at an advanced age, both of them, for parenthood. So it remains to be seen whether they see the fruit of their upbringing handiwork.

Because these childhood years are so important, and foundational, they need to see they are crafting a life that is going to spend the bulk of her life without them. So these years are in fact precious, as little A is, to all of us. She needs good examples in order to make the most of it.

That is our collective job, while we are here. I serve as a substitute aunt to her.

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