Families Belong Together

This morning, I packed up two of my kiddos and headed downtown for our local Families Belong Together march. (Matt and the big kids had a prior commitment, or they would have joined us, too.)

As an adoptive mother, I’ve spent a great deal of time in recent years researching trauma and its effects, both short and long term. All adoption is born out of loss and trauma, and in order to be the mother that my children need, I have to understand the implications of that fact. And, of course, that knowledge has also come into play as I’ve parented my first three children through the trauma of witnessing Matt’s heart attack and their subsequent unexpected separation from Matt and me during his hospitalization.

Most people will experience some form of trauma in their lifetimes. But that does not excuse the deliberate infliction of trauma on others, as the Trump administration’s immigration policy has done and is doing. Countless apolitical organizations, including the American Academy of Pediatrics, have spoken out against this policy and its traumatic effects. News articles are documenting shelters filled with “eerily quiet” toddlers. The only times in my life I’ve been inside buildings full of quiet children have been…when I visited orphanages. Can you imagine, a building full of hundreds of children…quiet? It’s because they learn that no one is coming for them. No matter how much they express their needs, those needs are not going to be met.

I know these things, and I live out, in my parenting journey, the reality of walking through life with children who have experienced separation from their parents and the horror of life in an institution. How can I stay silent, as our own government, in the United States of America, in 2018, enacts practices that separate thousands of children from their parents and caregivers, from their only sources of stability and safety and security in this world?

I won’t stay silent. I call my Senators and Representative. I post on social media. I make financial contributions to organizations doing good work. I pray. I vote. And I march.

approaching our Columbia march gathering place
the Columbia gathering in front of the courthouse
a sweet lady let FangFang and Atticus hold her signs – “Love not hate makes America Great!” and “Stop pretending your racism is patriotism”
sporting my Families Belong Together tank top, courtesy of my friend’s Six Sisters Custom Designs Shop
Marching. “I Really Do Care, Don’t U?”

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