As a white American middle class woman, I am quite privileged. Privileged to have my freedom as I write this from the safety of my home. Privileged to be feeding and rocking my babies today, not shielding them from bombs or battles.
Right now there are mothers fleeing Ukraine with their babies in their arms as a war erupts around them. These mothers who want the same things for their children as I do, who think as I do, who sing to their babies as I do, who love as I do. But they are going through the unimaginable simply because of the country they are from. My heart aches for them today as I look for ways to help in what feels like a helpless situation.
Some people have a hard time seeing their privilege and may not understand that you can still be a hard worker and be proud of your accomplishments while simultaneously recognizing the privilege you were born into and how it most certainty impacted who you are today. You can be proud to be an American but also know the privilege of being one. There is a difference. And it is only once we can acknowledge this that we will truly understand what others are going through. If only we could all see this a little clearer, what an impact we could make.
#prayforukraine
