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Why I took my toddler to a Women’s March

Why I took my toddler to a Women’s March

When Trump was won the US presidential election, it really threw me through a loop. I wrote this post not long after I found out the result, questioning if I would ever want to get my daughter US citizenship given what was happening to my home country. America had changed into something that I barely recognised and didn’t really want to be associated with.

It felt like a bad breakup. We had been so close once, but now it had betrayed me and I was heartbroken.

I’m still not rushing out to get my daughter that passport, but things are looking much better than they did back in November, thanks to the millions of nasty women (and men) all over the world who took to the streets yesterday to fight back.

An estimated 670 Women’s Marches took place worldwide, including around 4 million people – which is pretty insane if you consider the fact Trump isn’t even the president of a lot of those people.

They just can’t stand him. Or what she stands for.

Me, Adrian and the Popple joined a sister march in Edinburgh with over 2,000 other people who think that Trump is the worst. We gathered outside the US embassy and stood against sexism. Racism. Homophobia. Fascism. Numptyness. We stood for quite a long time until the Popple decided she’d had enough of this whole protesting thing, and then we left to go get her some lunch.

(We ended up getting Mexican food, which kind of an anti-Trump protest in itself. I didn’t realise it at the time because I was too busy stuffing my face with delicious black bean quesadillas and guacamole. Come mierda, Trump.)

A political protest isn’t really an ideal day out for a toddler. There wasn’t anything for her to play with, she couldn’t run around, and she didn’t understand why people in pink cat hats were holding signs that said things like, “This Pussy Bites Back”, “Girls Just Want to Have Fun…damental Rights” and “We Shall Overcomb.” But I’m still so glad that I took her.

The key moment for me came early in the protest. We were standing near a woman who was holding a simple white flag with a red heart painted on it.

Flat with a heat and someone giving the peace sign in front of the US embassy in Edinburgh

“Heart,” the Popple said, pointing at it.

“Yes, heart,” I said. “It means love. The heart means love for everyone.”

“Heart,” she said again. “Heart. Heart. Heart.”

That’s all I really wanted her to get out of this event – that it was about love. Love for all of our American friends who got thrown into the fight of their lives and came out swinging. Love for all people, regardless of their gender, race or sexual orientation. Love for what can happen when people gather together to stand up for something that they truly believe in.

Love trumps hate. Each and every time.

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16 thoughts on “Why I took my toddler to a Women’s March”

  • YES. All of the marches reflected something beautiful coming out of this scary mess. I would have loved to have gone. So glad that you went, and love that you finished with Mexican. The perfect ending to any day but even more so for that day!

  • I’m really sad that I couldn’t make the march in London as would love to have taken my girls – so important to stand united – the messages, the comradeship, the power of the day came across all over social media – we are a force to be reckoned with for sure. Love the sentiment of this post #BigPinkLink

  • Well done for standing up for what you believe in. It’s such an important lesson to be teaching our kids, and it’s something that we should be instilling in them from the start – that standing up for goodness and truth and love is a worthy cause, and something that needs fighting for. #DreamTeam

  • Well done for going; I was so moved by all the images. I wish we could have attended one but there was nothing local 🙁 I’m scared for this planet, and for the world my son is going to grow up in, but I’m hoping I can make sure he grows up to be courageous and kind – and a feminist ideally! #dreamteam

  • Good for you! It’s so important to show our children that we need to stand up for what is right, for our beliefs, and that love does indeed trump hate. #DreamTeam

  • That’s really adorable saying heart heart heart. Totally the message that needs to be heard.! It’s great you got to go and love the meal choice at the end!! ‪Thank you for linking up to the #familyfunlinky‬

  • Great post. I think it’s good that you are teaching Popple your values at a young age. I love your “Love trumps hate.” line – it’s so true. I believe in democracy and the right for people to choose. I don’t like Trump and what he stands for but it wasn’t my call to make. That said, what he is already doing since he started his presidency has scared me: executive orders on abortion and ‘that’ wall. I don’t think I blame you for wanting to stay away from the US for a bit…. #FamilyFun

  • I marched with my kids last Saturday too. My youngest son’s favourite banner was “Trumps – better out than in” and that sums up his humour level perfectly. We took our eldest daughter on her first political demo aged 15 months – she loved it! I don’t think it’s ever too early to get kids involved in world affairs. I loved reading about yoru food protest … by chance we went to a Mexican restaurant last week too. (another subconscious protest?) #ablogginggoodtime

  • Good for you and for taking your daughter. I couldn’t believe when he got voted in. I even considered giving up my passport. Obviously haven’t, need to think longer term! I’m so pleased all these protests happened in so many places. #ablogginggoodtime

  • What a beautifully written post and also something important for the popple to look back on in years to come, knowing that she was part of the march. I love that she said heart, heart… love is universal and crosses all boundaries. It’s too bad that some people just can’t see it. Thank you for sharing with the #DreamTeam xx

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