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What I Realized After Dropping My Teenager Off at a Protest March
No, kids these days aren’t ruining everything.
I dropped her off at the Arizona State Capitol and we switched seats with me getting back into the driver’s seat. She’s not the most affectionate kid. She really doesn’t like being touched but she loves me. Today, I hugged her anyway. She hugged me back, tight.
It’s not the first time she’s gone to a protest. My daughter has marched for immigration reform and today she’s participating in the Women’s March.
She is manning a booth with a leadership organization she participates in. I gave her some money to get herself some lunch from food trucks in the area. I told her that I was remarkably proud of her. I meant it.
I’m not big on marches and protests. I choose to focus my political activity working on campaigns and lobbying support for or against bills that are beneficial or detrimental to what I believe in. It’s activism from behind a petition table or from my living room couch.
My 15-year-old daughter, however, firmly believes in standing in solidarity with people who want the same things for this world that she does.
Though she may be young, she’s not only self-aware but incredibly aware of the world around her. She sees…
