I held my daughter in music class today and watched as her eyes lit up with joy at the sounds and voices singing together. The simple, happy songs, the same songs that I sang to her brother in the same class so many years ago. No matter what was going on, I could do this, I could sing with my daughter.
At the end of class we free danced to Pride by U2, which felt so fitting and right.
We can still dream that our daughters will be treated as equals, that they will know that they are worth just as much as any man. We can still write and fight and push for what we are worth.
I met friends for coffee today and the smiles and voices and sisterhood that I feel for these women as we passed babies and shared stories made me feel stronger. We are in this together. I looked at us all from different places, backgrounds, ethnicities and religions. A group of friends that I’m so proud to call mine.
We can come together despite differences. We can prove that differences don’t need to divide. We can stand together. We can unite. We can teach our children that love wins.
And we can still lift each other up. We can still love. We can still support each other and fight for what is right. Even when it feels harder than ever. Even when it feels like we lost. Even when we feel without a voice, we can still sing. And in the days and weeks and years to come it may not be easy but we have each other and we have a voice. We can still sing.
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