Open your mind, welcome all into the circle, be your best you (effort required, some days more than others). Kindness surrounding.
And then, I dare to look up from my tiny world.
A simple message grows so complicated.
I had Gracie's birthday blog all planned out over a month ago. The year she turned five would be the year our country was graced with the first woman president, but even better, a president who expressed, over and over ('…over a year… and in and out of weeks… and through a day…') the values we represent, the people we want to be and have our children become. So, to me, to so many of us, November 8th was to be the day that kindness prevailed and the momentum of tolerance continued, with perhaps a stronger wave than ever.
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Look at him!
In my mind, it would be not dissimilar to 2008-09, when Noah was born into this world and I cried with pride as I stood in my living room with my one month old baby and watched Barack Hussein Obama become our president. This would be like that, but perhaps even better.
My kids, my little boy at least, has reached the point, I think -- I thought -- where we could talk more practically about what being a president signifies, and perhaps more importantly, what a real leader encompasses.
My kids do not know this same person also mocks disabled people. It is beneath us to even discuss this.
We talk about equality in our house, not because we are exposed to a whole lot of diversity in our lives, but perhaps in place of the fact that we lack many of the surroundings that would naturally teach these lessons. I will not deny we are living in a heavily glassed-in snow globe up here in our small and elite New England town.
Above all the cruel and bigoted and vacant messages that were sent by Mr. Trump, I think I felt the worst about how he raised himself and his followers up by disparaging those who are different. I am sick about so many things about this terrifying new world (the sun will rise, but for how much longer?), but people being told they are unwanted and unwelcome and going to be added to a list - a LIST, for chrissakes - that is what kills me the most. That we are moving backwards, so rapidly and brazenly, when all this time I thought we were going to take leaps and bounds forward.
I mean, it is not a stretch to say that as parents, whether we are bringing our kids up in the north, south, mid, or west, we do not hesitate to preach the aforementioned messages of kindness to our children, right? Listen. Be Kind. Do Your Best. We want that for our kids because these are the pillars of a good person, a successful person, a person that people want to be around and teach and learn from and connect to and respect.
At what point does that message go haywire? When do priorities switch and a life that shuns difference in order to elevate one's self worth becomes more valued? At what point does kindness become white noise while efforts are instead directed at stomping on people who are smaller in order to win? I am talking about you, Donald Trump, a hell of a lot more than I am about the people who voted for you. Because you fed on desperation and targeted people who are vulnerable and weakened, diminutizing those who are trying to assimilate into lives they deserve to lead, and pretending that you care even the slightest about people who need work and actual opportunities for education.
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I am apparently not the first one to
make this comparison, ha!
Yes, I am still angry, but that doesn't get my anywhere. And if I haven't been clear (I haven't been), it is this man and the uber-wealthy, ultra-conservative pricks who praise him that I do not comprehend. Because, why?? There are plenty of people who voted for him - by far, most of the people who voted for him - because they genuinely felt they had no other choice, not because they are racists or misogynists. But some just want white male power flaunted and secured. I fear these people and I fear for these people, but now I fear for all of us.
In the last few weeks, my mind has opened up ten-fold to rediscover my own privileged life, my ability to prioritize what I choose (because I can) and to be surrounded by like-minded people who want to rise up and make a difference for the better.
A family member who teaches in a more rural part of New York told me that in her school district, nobody is talking about the election. Most are pleased with the results. But she has twelve immigrants in her classroom. At parent-teacher conferences the day after the election, none of the parents of her immigrant students dared bring it up, none dared express their distress and fear, assuming they would not be supported. Instead they seemed to shrink into themselves that next day, as if they did not want to be noticed. Indeed, their children have since been harassed by other students, telling them to go back where they came from. And the parents of these bullies? Some of them have expressed pride and agreement. Again, when did human kindness just get flagrantly tossed aside? This is what fear looks like. Desperation.
Truth be told, this blog was supposed to be about our birthday girl Gracie, even after the election happened. I thought I could just write about Gracie because I love to write about her and there is so much to celebrate about her. She turned five last week and I didn't mean to dump Trump on her and you like this, but it is tangled up. It didn't happen, but I wanted all the pieces to fall into place on November 8th. Tolerance and grace! Tolerance and Grace.
Have you watched this yet?
Listen. To the people who fear their voices have been lost. To those who have left their families behind so that they can work and send them money to survive. And to the other brave people who have brought their families to our country to possibly give them a better life, some hope. Listen to the young man who is trying to accept who he is and who he loves. To the young woman who has knows she was never meant to be a woman. To the Muslims who worry about contempt and deportation. To the parents who have lost their children to gun violence. To the scientists who show us our earth is slipping away from us because of US. US. Because of our shit.
But listen also, listen very carefully to the anger, shame, fear, and desperation that has put us in this position. It is real and it is out there and it is the motivating factor for why we are here now. People are poorer than they can handle being and angrier than they can manage on their own and desperate to be respected and too burdened with shame to see past it all. This is real and we need to start listening. Not just to ourselves talking about how to make our already wonderful communities better. But a dialogue with those who have something to teach us about the way they are living and how they feel like they are dying. Because we are a nation divided any way you fucking cut it. And we're not getting anywhere if we don't drop the angry rants (see above, apologies) and start listening, perhaps trying to understand, moving forward with a new awareness, another perspective, a fuller view of this picture.
My children - and yours, too, I have to assume - have been taught love in its deepest, more secure sense. They do not carry the burden of hunger or being too cold to think or to frightened to function. This is an indulgence that we should not overlook. We get to watch love take shape in its truest form.
Pick three friends for the first activity," says Gracie's teacher on her special parent help day at school. "I….can't… I don't know who to choose." She waves her hand loosely over the crowd of friends and says "them".
"What are the names of the friends you want to choose?" But she is quiet and unwilling to pick 3 out of the crowd of 11.
She turns to me, "You choose, mommy!"
Our kids - the kids of the folks who are reading this - start with belonging from the get-go, don't they? Not all children do, not at all. Some people never get past survival and perhaps all they have the capacity to worry about is themselves.
Do Your Best. Perhaps the only way to know what our actual best is these days is by taking steps that are larger than we're accustomed to taking. Love is not passive and cannot be spread to strangers in silence. I am attempting to step out of my comfort zone, getting more political than I have ever (ever) been, and joining in groups for positive change that represent the values on which I am trying to build my family in a country I actually do still love. I don't know. We should do this kind of thing in a big way, all of us, really. Now. If not that, ask questions. Actually listen to the answers. Reach across the aisle if only for a quick exchange at first. At some point we have to stop shouting at each other or shouting about each other or we are all going to crumble. I need to start thinking outside my tiny little world while still living in my tiny little world.
We started "daily acts of kindness" today in our house. I thought about doing it all through December, but then thought, why wait until December?
If none of the above works for your family or your particular style, consider this incredible website my dear friend found and sent to me today:
Click and find:
- Picture books about bullying
- Picture books to inspire gratitude
- Picture books to celebrate diversity
- Picture books that inspire kids to heal the earth
- Picture books to celebrate love
- Picture books about every day acts of kindness
- Picture books to nurture emotional awareness
- Picture books that celebrate seniors and aging
- Picture books about conversation starters
My friend's email came with perhaps the best suggestion I've heard in an extremely long time.
Step 1: Read these to our own kids.
Step 2: Package them up and send them to lots of local libraries in red states.
I would suggest sending all of them to Mr. Trump, but he doesn't read stuff. Not a reader. He can read, mind you, he just doesn't.
So many times, these days, I've begun to lose faith in our humanity, but the depth of this turmoil is so much further than this privileged eye can see. And so I go back to the principles that for the past five years - and the years before that without being said in so succinctly and simply - have always kept me grounded, empathic, and even hopeful - Listen. Be Kind. Do Your Best. So, I guess, let's brush ourselves off - it's been a blow - but now, it seems, all we can really do is collect ourselves and start making connections in whatever ways we know how.
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