Attending the Women’s March on Washington was an amazing, inspiring and life-changing experience for me. I have been telling people that it is the 2nd most important thing I have ever done. The first of course was becoming a Mom. I feel like I am still processing my experience and as the days go by I am sure I will have more to say and share with you. But for now I will tell you what I have taken away from it so far.
I Have A Lot Of Sisters (And Brothers).
Like me, so many people answered the call. On our road trip from Michigan to D.C. every single place we stopped at along the way, be it a rest stop or a restaurant, was filled with people heading to the march. They had signs on their cars, hats on their heads and determination on their face.
I know you’ve seen the pictures by now and seen the tallies of how many people attended each march. But wow, seeing that many people in one place for the same reason is astounding. I have never seen so many people! Despite the large amount of people at the march, there was such a sense of family and camaraderie. Everyone was so kind and friendly. If someone needed something, be it a snack, drink, hat, etc, someone else freely and happily offered it to them. I myself got offered an arm to steady myself while on the metro since I was too short to reach the hand rail. There was so much love in the air and it was something that I and so many others, so desperately needed.
People Have Mad Sign Making Skills
The Women’s March was a people watching mecca. And a sign watching haven. I loved reading the signs. Seeing the creativity and passion that people put into them made me happy. Seeing people be themselves unapologetically, that’s something I will never forget.
Speeches Were Not The Whole Story
Sure some of the speeches were amazing right? America Ferrera? Loved! Others just so-so. But then again, I don’t expect everything that everyone says to resonate with me. People are so vastly different and complicated beings which is what makes this world a great place to live. I love our differences. It makes life more interesting.
But if you weren’t at the march and all you took away from it was the speeches. Man, did you miss out! The march was so much more than the celebrities (as much as I love that they used their platform to further our movement). The march was about US. The people who were not afraid to stand up and say no. To say we will not stand-by silent in these times. Their stories are the ones that ignite a fire inside of me and make the march seem more than just a moment in time. More than just what you saw on TV or read about online. I will carry their stories and their faces with me for the rest of my life. I will stand beside them and I will try to make them proud.
It’s Time For Me To Carry The Torch
Every age was represented at the march. A couple of the women I went with even got the cutest baby hugs from one of the littlest marchers.
But this is the woman who has stuck with me the most.
She and her sign got plenty of attention. And rightfully so. The women of her generation were calling out to the younger generation. Telling us that they need us to take the torch. And I couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed of myself. Where have I been? Maybe others are feeling the same way.
But I’m here now, I’m ready. I’m sorry it took me so long. Pass me the torch.