Friday, the new president of the United States was sworn in to office. It’s not who I voted for, and I’m very worried about what the next four years will look like – as well as the fallout that comes after. People have been so deeply divided by this election that it’s been shocking. No one on either can side IMAGINE how someone could have voted for the other candidate. 

But the quick succession of unnerving things that have already happened since noon on Friday have been upsetting to say the least. Today there was a protest march in Washington DC and many cities across the US and other countries followed suit. Originally, I wasn’t sure I’d attend the local march – logistics made me nervous. 

My mother urged me to go, but even today I wasn’t sure I’d attend. Other protests had not been so peaceful and I was worried. Also by the time it rolled around today, I was tired and deeply considering a nap. I had a call in to a friend who lived nearby to see if he would let me park at his place and walk over. But by the time we got on the phone together, I was starting to get riled up.

What would I tell Ember if she asked? “Mom, did you march?” How could I say “no, I went home and took a nap”? So, for her, I went. For the hope of this nation and the good people still left in it, I went. For my daughter and her future, I went. For my mom and my own future, I went. 
And I’m so glad I did. I also found my mother and we marched together, which makes me so proud. 3 generations (2.5?) walked with others who have common concerns and goals and hopes. I’m so glad we went.