i was in too much shock to sleep last night. i found myself curled up like a baby, crying. three of my children are teachers in under-resourced schools and i received a text from my youngest: “i don’t know how to be there for my kids today.” and then my eldest sent this article and it did help me process last night’s mind-boggling results:
what do we tell the children?
instead of being in fear that we just elected a bigot and bully to the office of president, and that our country is full of people who think like him, i can pause and try and understand a people who have a different perspective than i. and when the kids ask me why does he hate people? i can say, we’re all learning. we all have to take the time to get to know each other better. he doesn’t hate them, he just doesn’t know them.
i have to be in acceptance of what is, and that perhaps what i need to do is be open to the possibility that nothing changes if nothing changes. maybe i need to stop judging, and start getting to know someone who thinks very differently from i. maybe i need to get know this man i fear.
maybe i need to stop being like the person i fear, someone who judges without knowing.
and instead be the person i like to be around, someone who listens and makes the effort to get to know me.