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May 18, 2019

It’s not about being Right.

 

 

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Warning: naughty language ahead!

My mother became a mother at the age of 18.

An anti-abortionist, raised as a Southern Baptist. She is a lover of children, believer in adoption, a die-hard family woman. Me, pro-choice. Twenty-six years old, without children, never married, fiercely independent.

She raised me, I love her, all of her. I accept her. I accept her fully, with all of her beliefs, with all of our differences. I love and accept her fully because I know where her beliefs are rooted, because I respect her for standing as her own independent human, because I have compassion for the life she has lived, and the life she is honoring with her beliefs.

She raised me, as the child of a mother who exists without a college education, who spent her 20s raising two children—often without my military father present. She raised daughters, demonstrating strength, sharing opinions, and dedicating her life to us.

She raised me to see there was more to life than just having children. She did this, not by preaching these words, but by never hiding her hunger for more, expressing her curiosity and all while saying her children were the best thing that ever happened to her.

But I share her blood and I know the wild woman that lives within her, hungry for varying experiences. It’s the same wild woman that lives within me. The difference is that I get to live within my wild woman, answering to no one, exploring who I am. She raised two children, humans that were dependent on her, and she is still a mother.

My varied, wild experiences, my education, my travels—the opportunities allotted to me largely because of her—have only created more division in our beliefs.

We disagree, politically. We vehemently, painfully, disagree—but we love each other unconditionally. So, we listen. We learn. We grow from each other.

Why?

We have the lifelines, the bloodlines, of strong courageous women pulsing through our veins, surging resilience through our souls with every heartbeat.

Call us sluts, call us murderers, call us cunts—call us whatever you want.

We stand united as women, sturdy as mountains, even as we disagree.

We stand united, knowing the generations of hell and fighting we have endured, as womenregardless of our political beliefs.

We stand together, respecting choice. Respecting and honoring differing opinions.

Elevating and honoring the choice—not the determination to be right.

author: Vanessa Boehm

Image: @vanessa.k.boehm on Instagram

Image: @vanessa.k.boehm on Instagram

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Naomi Boshari May 24, 2019 2:00pm

Beautiful words, Vanessa. I am finding it hard to understand and listen openly to those who disagree with me on this topic (I, like you, am pro-choice), and this was a good reminder to not let us get further divided as women.

Zeri Wieder May 24, 2019 9:40am

Such beautiful words. Thank you for sharing this!

Judy McCord May 20, 2019 10:58am

Thank you! I wish men could read and get this. I wish women who disagree could see your point of view as well. I have trouble understanding why so many women can’t seem to accept that others disagree with them and that’s okay!

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Vanessa Boehm

Vanessa Boehm is a smiling, incredibly loving, compassionate, adventurous, laughing soul. She grew up traveling and exploring curiosities and has yet to stop embracing her childhood sense of wonder or joy. She dedicates her time to mental health, childhood development, and forensic psychology all while making sure she is embracing a genuine life. She aligns her values with her actions which has led her to become a vegan eating, meditating, sleep honoring, yoga doing, volunteering, service dedicated, lifelong learning human. You will most likely find her engaged in a deep conversation with a stranger on street sidewalks or in cafes, for she loves people and is grateful for each and every story that is shared with her. You can find her on Facebook or Instagram.