My family is not big marchers.  My parents never took me to a protest.  I think they look at big rallies as a giant collective fit and there was no patience for throwing fits at our house.  The more noise you made, the more likely you were to be ignored by my parents.  This background shapes my view as I think about the March for America in Washington DC this weekend. 

In my parents’ house, throwing a fit wasn’t necessary because they paid attention to their children.  If we needed something, it was provided.  If we wanted something, we could simply ask for it and discuss our desire.  My parents knew us.  They saw us. They valued and considered us.  They recognized the way we each contributed to our family.

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