The first thing I said to my son this morning? “I’m sorry, we let you down yesterday.”
The tears in my eyes are not those of a sore loser, but those of a scared mother. Those of you that wish to downplay that, feel free. But, I’ll be holding my likely only child much closer these next four years. I’ll be screaming my message of love and acceptance from the top of my lungs and I will never apologize for making my voice heard.It’s time to rebuild and heal. They want us to forget the rhetoric and move past it, but let’s use it to become stronger. Let’s empower those who’ve been silenced and marginalized. Let’s teach the world who America really is, because the America I leave my son will not be one full of hate.