There are several dictionary definitions for the word “reach”. However, these two resonate with me: “to strain after something; or to succeed in achieving something” https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/reach.

When my daughter was a toddler, my husband and I bought her a container of large-sized blocks. She adored the gift of mostly primary-coloured plastic blocks: red, yellow, blue. There were also a few green ones.  Our intentions were to teach her about colours, to count, and especially to allow her to be creative. Sure enough, she did all of the things we anticipated. What we didn’t countenance or make allowance for were some of the things her young developing mind would also inspire her to do with our gift.

You see, in a relatively short space of time, she found a purpose not only for the blocks inside the container but for the container itself. She masterfully converted it from a storage receptacle for the blocks to a “step stool” that allowed her to reach out and grab anything she wanted that was out of her reach – a cup that most times was filled with liquids; a book from its stack; fruits, cookies and other food items; and even soil from my potted indoor plants.

Oftentimes, we wondered how several items that were supposedly out of her reach were on the floor or otherwise out of place. Then one day, we saw her process, first-hand. Wanting to reach up to the kitchen sink faucet, she carefully maneuvered her “step stool” into position. Then she mounted it, carefully balancing herself, as she tiptoed and with determination strained and turned on the faucet. I still remember the intense look on her face as she playfully splashed the water through her fingers, creating a soggy mess on the countertop and kitchen floor. Although, she had reached up and achieved her goal, I rushed to stop her folly before serious property damage could result.

As I reflect on this incident, I think about the many powerful men who have been dethroned due to the recent wave of sexual harassment allegations that were brought against them. In a sense, they had carefully positioned their “step stools” and accomplished their goals only to leave a big, soggy mess behind. My heart also goes out to the children – young boys and girls – in the homes of “the fallen”, or those vacated by them. Who will teach them about appropriate expressions of masculinity, and how to speak up in a timely manner? Who will help them cope at school and college with the negative fallout from the inappropriate behavior of their dads, brothers, and uncles? Who will help them maintain the same sense of value for their dads as they have for their moms? Perhaps, more importantly, who will help them develop respect for self, for others, and for humanity as a whole?

As a society, we must all reach out and take on the challenge of making a difference for the next generation of boys and girls. Action is required from perpetrators – they must recognize that time’s up; and victims alike – it’s time to speak up. Action is also required from the mothers of the children who have been directly affected. Right now, you all are hurting from the betrayal of your own mates. So take a pause to reflect and to acknowledge your own feelings. Then, reach out to your children, both boys and girls.

No doubt, the embarrassing and shameful news has reached the ears of those old enough to receive and process it. They too are hurting.  Have candid, age-appropriate talks with them. Remember, teenage boys especially. They are notoriously difficult to reach; at least that is what a bunch of teachers say. Avoid selfish decisions. Take appropriate action not only for the short-term but for the long-term as well. We all need to create a better world for our sons and daughters to grow up in. I encourage you to take your “step stool” and position it. Then reach out to achieve what matters, and enjoy the “splash” you make.