Bless My Homeland Forever

You know that scene in The Sound of Music — at the end — where the family sings to their fellow countrymen — “Edelweiss, bless my homeland forever”, and then then the audience joins in.

That scene gets me every. time.

The Sound of Music is a staple at our home. The soundtrack is requested on the way to school and at bedtime.

On election night, while we waited for my husband to get home, my daughters and I danced around the kitchen to “Do Re Mi”.

Our daughters, in my biased opinion, are incredibly smart girls with executive skills, even with only 8 mos and 3 years behind them.

My husband and I have thought a lot about how we want to raise them — with empathy, pride in who they are, and skills that will further them in this modern world — a world that we were hoping told them that they can be anything they want to be.

So you can probably guess that we never supported a leader that demonstrated values that are the exact opposite of what we teach them.

Since Nov 8th, my husband and I have been facing a mountain of sadness.

We’re troubled by the license for hate. So much so, that I briefly thought about changing the girls’ middle name. My maiden name. A name that could make them victims of bullying, harassment and prejudice.

What’s more, we feel like we’re saying goodbye to the dreams we’ve had for them.

Goodbye to women’s rights

Goodbye to tolerance

Goodbye to progress

I still haven’t told my 3 yo yet. The Friday after the election she woke up, and as she was walking downstairs she asked, “is Hillary Clinton our president yet?” I hid my tears and kissed her hand then asked what she wanted for breakfast.

It’s been a week and I’m waiting on our progressive leaders to tell me what to do. I’m begging, as a mother, tell me how to make this better.

Until we receive our call to action, I promise this to my daughters.

I will shelter you through this storm.

I will continue to say you can be anything you want to be.

And I will climb every mountain until I can make that not be a lie.

Last night, while getting ready for bed we were listening to their favorite album — “So Long, Farewell” came on. Out of the blue my 3 yo started to cry.

“What’s wrong,” I asked.

“I don’t want to say goodbye.”

“Me neither, baby girl. Me neither.”