I had planned a post regarding the Presidential Inauguration as a follow-up to the post I wrote the day after the elections, which you can read here. For some reason, however, I just could not sit down and write. Maybe it was my subconscious trying to avoid the subject altogether. I’m not sure, but can you blame me?
When I think about how the new president and his actions will affect those around me, as a parent the most important person is no longer myself. My biggest concern is now the little brown eyed boy sitting in front of me who truly has no idea about what is going on around him. The days after the election were filled with numbness. I began to question whether we really did need to make America great again because the amount of people that came out and supported a platform based on racism, bigotry, hate, and division was appaling to me. The fact that our country was apparently not ready to elect a woman as president, or at least this particular woman, was not the worst. The worst of it all was that such a high number of Americans had so willingly elected someone into office who had previously and continuously disrespected women, bad mouthed and generalized immigrants, publicly made fun of someone with disabilities, and the list goes on.