I don’t have control over Donald Trump becoming president. That has been decided.
But what I do have control over is where I go from here.
I will teach my daughter to love.
All people, regardless of the color of their skin, gender, religious beliefs, sexual orientation or where their birth certificate says they’re from.
I will teach her how important it is to be an advocate for humanity. Not just the portion of humanity that benefits her.
I will teach her non violent communication. That in the face of hatred we must learn to love each other even harder.
Not give in.
Not feel like our progress in the past is void. Keeping fighting for all of us, with an emphasis on those that have been most the most affected by systematic oppression.
I will teach her that when she is silent during moments of injustice, she is siding with the oppressor.
I will teach her that walls divide people and by their nature can not bring us closer.
And that just because someone holds the most powerful position in the world, does not make that person right, just or fair. Donald Trump is not raising my daughter.
I am.
I get to encourage and nurture her to become who she wants to be.
Teach her that her words and actions can change the world.