I’ve stayed pretty silent about politics as of late because when I write or speak about what’s happening in the nation, I want to weep. And I’m not a weeping woman.
I don’t ask that you agree with me and what I might have to say. Most of the folks I know either are of the same mindset, or they’re already set in their own ideologies and nothing I say will ever change their minds. I don’t think that’s my job, anyway.
But it is my job to teach my children the ways of the world and how to be contributing members of society. Those lessons are taught with both words and actions, and since last November, we’ve been concentrating hard on both.
And what are we teaching these four youngsters of ours?
That all people matter. That privilege exists. That despite the fact that the leader of our nation is so quick to discriminate against subsets of people, discrimination in any form is wrong. That a fact is a fact and “alternative facts” are lies and opinions and facts are different things. That many people in our country need help, and that someday, due to unforeseen circumstances, we could also find ourselves in a time of need. That no means no and listening to what people say and how they say it is important.
That we don’t touch other people without permission. That all life is sacred, plants and animals both. That the earth needs as much tender loving care as it can get. That honesty is important and that gratefulness is, too. That diversity—on so many levels—is necessary and should be celebrated.
That lessons can be learned from history and that in this country, we have a separation of church and state.
That love exists and kindness can heal.
That all it takes is one person to make a change.