So lately I have become obsessed with comparing myself to those who have gone before. Especially the women of the past. I constantly find myself thinking about a pioneer mother giving birth in the winter in a wagon or an African American slave working in the fields or a poor girl living in the dark ages surrounded by rats and cockroaches with no indoor plumbing or heating or refrigerator or a young lady in Bible times given away in marriage to a man she has never met.
Until recent days, even American women died giving birth all the time. I think about our epidurals, IV’s, and cesarean deliveries, about how incredibly difficult my recent labor and delivery were, and then wonder how my great grandmother had 14 children.
I think about the conditions I saw when I lived in Peru and about how in many parts of the world people still don’t have a dishwasher or a washing machine or an oven or a car and spend all of their day doing what those machines do for me automatically. I think about modern medicine, education, technology, and the rights I have because I was born in
We went camping with family for the 4th of July weekend. We really roughed it with a tent, an air mattress, sleeping bags, clean running water, a bathroom nearby, instant fire, conveniently packaged food, a car to put the food in to keep the bears away. I do enjoy camping, but I freaked out about every time I saw something creepy and crawly, especially when it was in our tent. I wonder if I would last even 24 hours in another day and age.
Here’s wishing a happy Independence Day and a happy Pioneer Day to all. I love our country and everything it is because of those who have gone before. And I truly salute the women of the past and present who have endured so many hardships that I will never know.