By CASSIE GORMAN
I live my life fully aware of the history I witness, of the change I desire to make, and of a fate I fall victim to.
I have wondered, through blessings and woe, what I would tell my future children.
I wonder what stories I shall craft out of the deepest miseries and deepest love I have felt through my time, for the breaths I now draw out of necessity and survival will one day serve as a first-person account of events stranger than fiction. I, a primary source.
These thoughts first plagued my pre-teen brain, as the election of 2016 wreaked havoc on a liberal mind and child of justice. As the states flashed red, and a new era dawned on American politics, the world fell apart for the woman in me. I looked left and right, to my friends with hispanic roots, trembling visas, love for the same gender, vulnerable femininity.
And I knew exactly what I would tell my future children.
And now, a county, country, world becoming obsessed with a fear my 16 years had never experienced.
If I tell this story to my future children, I wonder what world they will live in. Will I sit with them in their beds and tell of my own childhood, as my mother did for me, and her mother did for her?
But where does this story go? Uncertainty had always been a pest, but now, it has shown a power unprecedented
When Italy was quarantined, I wished for my children to be able to live in a healthy world as I did. I wished for them to climb the steps of the Colosseum and experience the dance of Italian gelato on their freezing tongues, just as I did.
And when schools closed, I wished I could tell my ancestors, the women who stayed home to care for the children of a male breadwinner, of my opportunities they paved the way for, for I was once in school.
And the victories we have won and amendments we have made were accomplished in spite of challenges, depressions, wars, and fear.
Yes, our maps are now burdened with uncharted territory, but I still intend on one day sitting down to tell my stories to my children, for won’t they be curious as to how this pandemic panned out?
Our generation serves as an emblem of modern America. We reflect the greatest fears of our elders, and the boldest hope for our futures. In this time, let’s embrace the latter.
Stay safe, dream big.