This morning I started reading Her Stories: African American Folktales, Fairy Tales, and True Tales by Virginia Hamilton. I usually don’t read the dedications but Hamilton’s caught my eye.
To our mothers and grandmothers, aunts and great-aunts.
To all the women who stood before us,
telling us about where they came from,
what they saw, did, and imagined.
They let us know they stood for us.
Talking, they combed our hair, rocked us to sleep,
sang to us, told us tales of them and now—
and tomorrow. They worried about us.
They hoped for us and showed us the way.