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
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.