I can remember very distinctly the day I found my voice. My teacher's name was Mr. Dennis and I was way over my head in a Sociology class as a sophomore in high school. I can hardly remember what the topic was we were studying, but Mr. Dennis framed the lesson by asking us all one simple question "what is it you want out of life?" As he worked his way around the room, I formulated the answer in my head and it was very much the same as all the others...'a good house, a nice family, a good job." You know, the standard answers to the question.
Then Mr. Dennis arrived at my desk "So, Giacoletti, what is it you want out of life? Let me guess, good make-up, nice hair? Pretty nails?"
In that moment that meek and unruly piece of me that never spoke up against a thing came barreling out of my system like a bull towards the matador. "No, Mr. Dennis, I want RESPECT."
In retrospect, I never remember considering that answer or reformulating my initial response. No, it just flew out of my mouth like instinct. I was being attacked, and I needed to protect myself. Mr. Dennis, without skipping a beat, looked me straight in the eye, pointed at me, and with a small hint of shock in his voice replied "you got it, Giacoletti."
Turns out, I learned more about sociology and the way people truly work in that moment than I would for the entire rest of the course. People will cross lines, and they will challenge you, no matter who you are. You can be the nicest person, the most evil, the most giving, the rudest...no matter who you are and or where you fall of the spectrum of personalities, at some point or at many points, people are going to challenge you, who you are, what you stand for... but sometimes if you simply draw the line in the sand, they do something incredible. They stop.
I think, ultimately that day though, I learned something about myself, that despite my previous track record as a meek and unruly girl, my voice was the strongest and most powerful defense I had in the world. That who I was and what I stood for mattered and that if people challenge that in way that is designed to cut my stature in half, I could redeem my height and stand taller than everyone in the room by using that voice...even if it stood to have little impact on the person attacking you.
I've never stopped using it since. In fact, one might surmise that I've swung the pendulum entirely the other way. These days, perhaps I use it more than I should, but I'm taller than I've ever been. Not to mention, the world and those around me are much clearer about who I am and what I stand for than they have ever been before. There are certain values that are unshakable in me and if anyone purposefully attacks them or attempts to bring harm to them, you will hear me, loud and clear. Lately, it seems that same voice that surfaced in Mr. Dennis' class has gotten me in a little hot water with people, but as I sit here and ponder that outcome, I realize that in many ways I've drawn the line in the sand and demanded for the things I value in my life, the same respect I demanded in that classroom that day. If I sacrifice popularity, relationships, or otherwise, it's a fair trade-off for laying my head on my pillow every night without the sense that who I am and what I stand for hasn't shriveled inside me.
With that said, I have learned about myself in the past several years that the following things will undoubtedly 'release the cracken' that is my voice:
My kids--don't mess with them. I have more respect and love for my 4 year old and 6 year old than any blog could ever capture. If you are a mom, don't bother reading on...you get it. However, if there's need for more clarification, let me put it to you this way...from the moment you hear their first little cry, two realizations come crashing into your world: 1) you are completely in love without truly understanding how and when that happened, and 2) they are the closest thing you have ever known to vulnerability. When you are responsible for their sleep, their health, and their nutrition from the time they are a little 6 pound bundle, it's pretty hard to become unconditioned to that role. My purpose from the moment they take in the first breath of a relentless world is to keep them safe. For some reason, as moms, we become trapped in that moment and mindset forever. I'd crawl through a swampy jungle laced with broken glass for them. That's how intense a mother's love is. So, attempt for one moment to mess with my kids and that intensity rises in me like the flames from the smoke of a fresh fire. Mess with my kids....you'll hear my voice.
My integrity--I might be a relentless and unwavering voice, but I am a person who is guided by a moral compass. I believe in right and wrong and walk carefully on the side of good and righteous. I value ideals like honestly and care deeply about doing what is right...and yes, as cliche as this sounds, even in an empty room, when no-one is looking, my conscious navigates. I believe in the value of taking responsibility, saying the words "I'm sorry" when I'm wrong. I believe in second-chances, in redemption. I believe most people are good. I believe doing what is right matters at the end of a life and that the choices you make have a rippling effect in your life. For that reason, I toss honest pebbles into my pond. When you challenge my integrity...you'll hear my voice.
My husband and my marriage--I make no apologies for the devotion I feel to the man I chose in my life. He's part of my story, part of who I am, and though he hardly needs my voice...I'll lend it any day and anytime it's needed. I stand firmly by him because nobody in my life has ever stood as firmly by me as he has. For that and all the love I feel for him, challenge that and you'll hear my voice.
My family and friends--there are people in my life that will have my voice anytime they need it. When the people who have surrounded me through thick and thin are ever challenged, hurt, and or in need, you will hear my voice.
The kids I Work For--yes, I work for them. It's why I have a job. I challenge constantly the notion that some kids can't be saved. They all can...I believe in all kids. It doesn't mean it always works out, or that I have some power to save all kids...but I sure as hell believe it. I'll never stop. Education is the ultimate equalizer and teachers have more power than batman has cool cars. They are a light in a dark world, and the day they all believe that, they day they all realize their awesome power to change lives...we would yield more success than ever before.
There's more, there's always a reason to use your voice. But I should say, I'm not advocating abusing it. Don't get me wrong, this doesn't mean that I walk through life telling everyone I meet what I think and why I think it. I reserve my voice for those moment when what's listed above is challenged, hurt, attacked, compromised or otherwise. I reserve my voice for those moments when I am demanding respect. It doesn't always end well for me, some people, despite my best efforts will never hear what I am saying. But my soul does....my soul hears me loud and clear.
In the end, it's pretty funny how full-circle this really is. Mr. Dennis asked me that day what I wanted out of life. Hmph. A voice. I didn't know it then, but it's what I wanted, more than that car, more than that house. I wanted the very thing he helped me find. I want a strong and confident voice in this world.
Thank God he gave me my voice, because as it turns out, I refuse to walk through my life as a whisper.
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