keeping always on the alert and observing everything that takes place within sight or hearing
Every since I gave birth to my first child, from the instant I heard that first wailing, I have walked my post. From that day forward the world as I knew it changed and my orders have never changed. Walking my post has meant holding other people accountable for their attitudes and actions. Hence, walking my post led me to vote a certain way in the national election. To insist on that face-to-face with that one teacher that seemed to be missing the point too often. Writing letters about expectations, disappointments to bosses, coworkers, employees. Getting involved, staying involved and showing my face at the school before, during and after the bell rings.
Walking my post helped me choose my children's first friends, select what ends up on their plates at dinner time, guide their passions, suppress their trigger-actions, mold one talent over another and even uncover the hole they occasionally step in to accelerate their learning of a thing.
Walking my post is not easy. It takes so much effort. It takes laser quality tenacity getting to the other side. There is not much that can stymie me. In fact, it is the very fact that I am surrounded by so many other strong willful women walking their post that drives me. They give me oxygen. And there are a lot of them, an army really.
Don't believe me. Look around you, we are everywhere!