On Jan. 21, I attended the Women’s March on Washington, D.C. I was standing in front of the National Air and Space Museum when I happened to glance down to see something that made me smile.
There, sitting calmly in a stroller was an adorable little boy about a year and a half old. He was busy pulling on his blanket that was stenciled in images of green dinosaurs. Suddenly, he glanced up, revealing beautiful golden brown eyes. His expression was stunning, as he was a portrait of serenity. How could this be?
In the midst of hundreds of thousands of strangers, this little babe was calm. Perhaps, you the reader are tempted to judge this young mother harshly for exposing her child to the potential for harm. Not so fast, please! If your only experience in crowds has been in the feeding frenzy of Black Friday at the mall, fueled mostly by greed and consumerism, then I understand your point of view. But much to the contrary, my experience at the Women’s ...
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