Today we participated as a family in the March for Our Lives. While we were unable to join the masses in D.C. (as I did for the Women’s March), we are proud to help amplify their voices by supporting the movement on a local level. It was our children’s first protest, and I can’t think of a more worthy cause. They recently had their first lockdown drill – huddled in silence with their 5 and 6-year-old peers, lights off, in a windowless room. While they don’t know all of the gruesome details (as it wouldn’t be age appropriate), they know enough to understand that gun reform is desperately needed. They eagerly agreed to protest with us (we gave them the option), chose the messages for their signs, and helped to make them. I was so proud to watch them hold those signs high for as long as their little arms could manage, and chant along with the crowd. It felt amazing to show them democracy in action, and the power of people. It made me feel proud to be American, which I haven’t been feeling much of lately. This is our country. This is their future. Enough is enough…let’s get it right.
