Solidaridad

We have a paper trautumn-1649440_1920ee in our kitchen with leaves that each spell out a value. Rosie picks a value each week she
wants to practice. This morning, we talked about why I was upset and how it’s more important than ever that we stay true to our values. She grabbed my hand and drew me to the tree. “I pick this one, Mommy.” The leaf read, ‘solidaridad” (‘solidarity’).
In today’s concession speech, Hillary Clinton said,
“…if we stand together and work together with respect for our differences, strength in our convictions and love for this nation, our best days are still ahead of us.”
I’m not healed yet, nor will I be for quite some time. But I feel a renewed sense of purpose. I’m taking a cue from my so-very-mature four year old to never let go of my values, the values I learned from my multicultural family of immigrants and all the amazing, strong, nasty women who have surrounded me in my life.
[Note: This blog is a diary of my emotions, experiences, and perspectives. Please show respect and don’t respond to this blog post with any political comments. They will be deleted.]
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