The Noble Birthright

   Let me begin by asking a question. Do you (women) understand the nobility of your genetic birthright? A nobility that would place a woman in the path of certain death when all the men around her have fled for their lives.

   It is historically recorded that men have fled for their lives before an advancing army, leaving wives and children behind. When fleeing was not an option, they sent their wives and children out to meet the army to beg for their lives. History is filled with stories of brave men. Men wrote history, but women have shaped it with personal sacrifice. Of all the rulers of the Nile, the best remembered is a woman. There is a biblical story of a single woman routing an entire army. The tide of the hundred years war between England and France was turned by a woman. Without a woman's help, Columbus would have never set sail. Have you not read the stories of the women of the revolutionary war who took the place of their fallen husbands on the battlefield and were examples and inspiration to the men around them? What of the women who sacrificed everything to secure the rights and privileges you enjoy today?

   It is every woman's birthright to be able to sacrifice herself for some noble purpose. To give her life up for something she loves more than life itself. This sacrificial nature is embedded deep within her and speaks to her from every cell in her body. It comes to her from a mother’s willingness to sacrifice herself for her children. This is not a big sacrifice, but rather a thousand little ones. It starts as a trickle that becomes a stream that becomes a flood that sweeps her away until she sits down one day buries her face in her hands, and sobs silently to herself. Why in God’s name did she ever want to have a child? At that moment a bouncing bundle of joy comes running in jumps up on her lap and gives her a big hug, kisses her, jumps back down, and runs off to get into something else that will try a mother's patience. In that one moment, she is swept away by something greater, a sea of love.

   So it begins again until she collapses into a chair that has become her favorite by default. She thinks she’ll have to have a chat with that worthless piece of shit husband of hers about taking the kid so she can have some time off, and he’s going to have to start doing more around the house too. She’s tired of doing it all. In walks a small human, book in hand. "Read me a story mommy." He puts the book in her hand and crawls up on her lap before she has a chance to reply. She sighs and begins to read. The child falls asleep long before the story is over, but even before he fell asleep, she was transformed and renewed by this quiet moment. She’ll still have to have a chat with her husband though. If the day should ever come that she must trade her life for her child’s, she does so willingly. It’s not a big thing; it’s just another small sacrifice in an endless sea of sacrifices that she has already made.

   Motherhood (or the potential) is the binding tie of women to each other and all creation. It is the very essence of the noble birthright. It is buried in every cell and gives women the strength to stand fast in the face of adversity and emerge victorious. It gives her the ability to view the world around her in greater detail than any man could hope to. It is given to women to carry the cradle of life. The keys to the future of humanity are in your hands. To man, it is given the power to create. To women, it is given the power to shape that creation.

   It is said, behind every great man is a woman. Men have always been inspired by women. There are more poems about women than any other subject. Women have for centuries stood backstage while men have taken center stage. More often then not, it was a woman that pushed him out there in the first place. If asked why, the reply might well be, "You can’t get anything done while standing in the spotlight. That’s why we pushed that fool out there, to begin with." Men are shaped by the sacrifices of women.

   Great men have always tried to emulate that nobility that women are born with. Men have always tried to prove that they are stronger, faster, and better than women, not other men. Yet, I would rather face a hundred men in combat than one woman pissed and willing to trade her life for something she cherishes more than life itself. There are reasons hurricanes, and the occasional volcano is named after women. No force in nature is greater than an enraged mother in defense of her children.

   If I stereotyped women, this would be it. But, this is the core of every woman. This is your noble birthright. How well you embrace it, or how cheaply you sell it is up to you. If by chance you should find yourself waiting patiently in the face of certain death for some noble cause. And, if by some stroke of luck there is a man that stands before you and waits for death with you; know this, you (and or his mother) have done a good job training him.

By R. B. Chandler

Posted by: Candy Apple with permission