I am worried.
I am worried that we (apparently) elected a president that ran a campaign which glorified hatred.
I am deeply troubled by the angers that revealed about us.
You worried about the 2nd amendment with Clinton... I'm worried about the 1st.
I'm worried about marginalization. I'm worried about direction. I'm worried about racism and sexism and faithism (which probably isn't actually a word).
I mean, this is the short list.
But I have teenage children and they are listening. Perhaps when you have teenage children... especially ones with big hearts for the marginalized... you have to find perspective quickly.
Last night, my kids were asking, "Mom... can we move to Canada?" It's always Canada. Surely, they have even more bears.
But no... we're not going to move to Canada. And here's why.
I do not believe that the world is going to end because Donald Trump is the president. Things may be rocky for awhile, and I believe they will be, but the world is not going to end.
We are not going to move to Canada because this is our home. And when you have a home, you love it and you protect it.
We are not going to move to Canada because someone has to be the helpers. Mr Rogers said to look for the helpers. Sometimes you have to be the helpers. And that's who we're going to be.
We're going to be the people who look for hurts and hold out a loving hand. We're going to be the people who give the oppressed somewhere safe to land. We're going to be the people who spew love when the words spinning around are ones of division.
You can call me Pollyanna if you want... if that makes you feel better. I choose hope over despair. And if that makes me naive in your eyes, I honestly don't care. I can love you, too.