Every Voice Counts: Making Today a Learning Day

I cried in front of my children this morning. One by one they came to me with questions about Trump’s victory, and as I answered them, I let my tears flow. This is a hard day, a scary day, but it is also a learning day.

Mom and 4 kid votes
2012 Рa happier outcome Рwith all the kids voting for Obama.

“Mom,” said Sophie, “I’m mad that we voted for Hillary yesterday. We should have voted for Trump so that our vote counted.”

“Mom,” said Juju, “He’s going to take away abortion! And I don’t want to have children. I want to adopt children, lots of lots of them, in all colors of the rainbow.”

“Mom,” said Jack, “What if he builds the wall? Is he really going to do it? Maybe he’s not so bad if so many people in America like him and wanted him to be president.”

Bella didn’t speak, she just forwarded me post after post after post, filled with hate and triumph, of friends and strangers in her instagram and snapchat feeds.

Today is a day to be sad, to mourn the temporary victory of hate and fear. But tomorrow, and every day after that, we get back up and we continue to shape this country into what we want it to be. As a family, we will continue to feed the poor, help others, and embrace diversity.

screen-shot-2016-11-09-at-9-47-43-amMore than ever, we need to volunteer, roll up our sleeves to make a difference in the lives of those suffering around us. More than ever, we need to make our voices heard, to march for what we believe in, to write letters to our politicians, to write editorials in our local papers, to respond respectfully to hateful social media.

Every voice counts. Every vote matters. Today we cry, tomorrow we begin again.

 

One Response to Every Voice Counts: Making Today a Learning Day

  1. Such a well put and eloquent post. Knowing that there are parents out there like you make me hope the next generation will be even more open minded and empathetic. And you’re right…after mourning comes action. If this election taught me anything it’s that doing my part every 2 years is no where near enough. That I need to be actively involved each day furthering the things I believe in. I wish I didn’t have to realize it this way but now that I’m working through my disbelief, anger, sadness, and grief I’m determined for something good to come out of it.

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