I've only had a brief time to dip into GN over the past couple of days and just found time to catch up now.
I spent the morning listening to two very dear people who have devoted themselves, for almost forty years, to caring for two foster sons who have schizophrenia. They have endured trials which would have stretched the saints, but persevere. Their actions over the years have, in my view, been heroic; in that they have had to be brave on many, many occasions and their actions in the face of extreme provocation have been noble and courageous. They are my role models and I admire them more than I can say.
This evening I listened to my daughter describing, through her tears, the meeting she had last week with a government minister. I know how she has pushed herself outside of her comfort zone to accept the role of ambassador for the Royal British Legion; to write letters, campaign and give media interviews. I see she appears calm and competent when in public, but I also know the cost: the sleepless nights, the anxiety, the questioning and sometimes the sheer physical grit and determination she needs. Last year, and again this year, she will take part in the 10k Commando Challenge. www.commandochallenge.co.uk/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=1&Itemid=3 She will run over the moors and through a mud filled sheep dip to raise money to support injured service personnel.
She's 4' 11" and weighs less than 7st.
Does she like to run? No.
Does she like to be covered from top to toe in mud? Most definitely not.
Are her efforts brave? Undoubtedly.
Her husband died a hero's death, literally. After his death we heard testimony that on more than one occasion he had saved lives, ultimately at the cost of his own. So, is my daughter a 'heroine'? Or simply courageous, responding bravely and positively to the lousy situation she finds herself in?
Briefing against women ministers in Westminster
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.
