When I was in primary school, I complained about my life quite a bit. In hindsight of course, my biggest problems centered around which cartoon I wanted to watch next or the sleepover I desperately wanted to be invited to. And even though I didn’t grow up particularly privileged or “rich” I did grow up with a roof over my head, a belly full of food and access to good education.
Which is a whole lot more than girls in under-developed countries are still being denied.
Like my mother before me, I remind my daughter of this each and every time she laments being denied something material. I’ve even heard myself trot out the ‘back in my day’ – and in return, received a heavy eye-roll.
So I thought perhaps if I told her about some of the differences in her life, compared to say, girls in rural Nepal, she might just understand that life isn’t about what we have, but what we can give.
With a donation, we can help these girls facilitate a safe and healthy childhood with equal access to education. Which should be every girl’s right, but for millions it’s simply not the reality.
But tell a girl of primary school age in Australia that she’s “lucky” to have all she has and you’ll get a shrug of the shoulders because, in their defence, their ‘normal’ is sometimes the only thing they can identify with.