Red Thread...

There is an ancient Chinese belief which states that there is an invisible red thread that connects each of us to all of the individuals who have been, currently are, and will in the future be important to us in our lives.

This red thread can stretch, twist, and bend… but will never break.

Monday, January 23, 2017

A Saturday Walk

Katie has been rather upset since she found out we had a new president. For someone who loves everything about presidents, she didn't want to watch any part of the inauguration. She has tried to give Donald Trump chances, but she has heard the way he talks to and about others, and she has no respect for that. Is there any way to defend that to a young child?

When Inauguration Day was approaching, Katie heard about the Women's March on the news one night. She asked me about why people were marching, and as she found out about this American right, she became more and more excited. She wanted to join our local march! When my mom, sister, and I told her that we would take her, she went to make a sign to hold. She insisted on making her own sign, and it said, "Be Peace and Be Kind."

On the day of the march, it was pouring buckets of rain. It didn't stop the almost 100,000 people from marching. We unfortunately left Katie's sign in the car by mistake, but she handled it well. Even though Katie was cold, wet, and feeling a little closed in by the time the march started, she stuck it out and took part. When she went to bed that night, she was still singing the song that a group of women was singing close to us.

The day after the march, Katie asked me again why Donald Trump is always so angry and mean acting. I explained that he seems to get that way when he disagrees with others. She let me know that she's not allowed to act that way in her class when she disagrees with someone. She said that instead they take deep breaths to calm their bodies down. Then they make a deal with the other person, where they each get part of their way in the end. She said they have to be respectful even if they don't agree. I am so thankful to her teachers and her school counselor who play a part in teaching her the importance of respect and self-control.

I was proud of the sign I made to carry in the march. 

This was when we first got on the train to go into the city. After a couple of stops, there was no longer any space on any side of me. It was packed with people going to the march! 

My mom and I decided we could still smile even though we had a long wait! 

We had to stand in a crowd for a long time, and it got a little cold. 

At one point we stepped out of the march just to get a better look. 

It made me feel better to come and walk with a lot of nice people!

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