Three Little Words
by Rachel Easley
When someone becomes a parent, one typically experiences a love unlike any other. I know I have twice over. With love comes many things: compassion, unyielding grace, and a desire to protect your angels from any hurt or cruelty that this world may bring. Sometimes with love, frustrations come too. We don’t always understand our babies’ cries. We may not always deem our teenagers “needs” a necessity. But because they are important to us, we try to meet them halfway.
My daughter told me she had a headache last year. That’s natural. And easy. “No big deal,” I thought. Her father and I gave her some Tylenol and we took turns cradling our 7 year old as if she were seven months instead. But she got worse. She developed a fever. We took her to the emergency room and were sent home with instructions to allow her to rest and alternate her Tylenol with Motrin. In other words, we were to continue doing what we were already doing.
After two days, we realized that it wasn’t working. Over time, her breathing became shallow, and a cough persisted. We had to acknowledge that something had to be wrong, even though the doctor didn’t see it. We persisted. Her father and I were there to see her discomfort and hear her wheezing. We took her back to the ER and pleaded with the staff to look closer. After labs and x-rays, the doctor told us three little words that relieved us abundantly. “She has pneumonia.”
Three little words. It doesn’t take a soliloquy to effect change. Three other words for example, have been protested, politicized, and polarized. These words have represented problems, protesters, and a possibility for change. In short, these three little words have meant different things to different people. Whether you choose to associate these words with a movement or just take them at face value, I’m sure at one point or another you have thought about them. I’m sure that you have either read or heard some anecdote or parable with some abstract message associated to either validate or devalue their significance. Or maybe you haven’t thought much about them at all, which seems an impossibility given the times.
If we could strip these words down to their core, removing all preconceived notions and propaganda, all we are left with are three little words that represent people first, and a purpose after that; Black lives matter. This is an indisputable statement that sometimes gets lost in translation in a world that is becoming more “black and white” with no room for simplicity. Let’s imagine Black Lives Matter to mean, “I have a headache.” If we would all take a closer look, perhaps we can come together and diagnose the problem so that we may all begin to heal.
Throughout my ordeal with my daughter, not one time did I tell her to get over it. Or that she was fine. Or that it was all in her head. Love wouldn’t let me. As stated before, love comes with compassion, unyielding grace, and a desire to protect. In order for us to survive as a human race, we have to learn to love. Christ mandates that we love one another as we love ourselves. Every day that the sun rises and sets, we should be reminded that the Son will eventually rise as well. I want to hear “well done.”