The Woman's March

This past Saturday I took part in the Woman March. There were a few reasons why I decided to go.
For the past few weeks I have been feeling a little anxious, I think a few of us were. Anxiety for what is going to come, or what has already come since it's already Tuesday.
So the inauguration happened. People were pissed and protested. Some smoked weed in protest and some broke stuff. So Friday was a little stressful but it happened. It's done. So I've moved on.
Now Saturday rolls around. I worked Friday night, I'm a server, so I really didn't want to get up and get the kids ready to be outside all day.  But I knew I needed to go. I knew that if i didn't go I would be disappointed in myself.
So I get the kids and myself dressed. My oldest, Logan refused to go 'I don't March. I hate marching'. He said. He's never been to a march or a demonstration or any sort but that was his right. So I dropped him off with my mom.
So we went to Harrisburg. My hometown, where I was born and the capitol of my home state, good old Pennsylvania. When we got to the capitol there were only a few women there. Mostly older, some with canes and walkers.

They obviously couldn't March the blocks leading up to the capitol. So I stood  and talked with them for awhile. They applauded me for bringing my kids. I really didn't think about it earlier, I just needed to bring them with. Mostly because Remy is still nursing.
But as a mother I'm glad my children are experiencing history.

So then all of a sudden I hear voices in the distance "EQUAL PAY FOR EQUAL WORK"!! "LOVE TRUMPS HATE"!!

And I start to get really happy! Like all the anxiety that I had was starting to disappear as I see the mass of women coming toward me.

It's like it all clicked. I was in the right place at the right time for me, personally. This is exactly where I needed to be. I needed to be with these other people, women, men, young, old, kids with there parents and grandparents. People of every color and religion all together for one reason. Women's rights.
Women's right to choose what to do with their bodies and not have a man tell us otherwise. For the same amount of pay for the same amount of work. You know, things that sound normal if you're a man.
Well Sunday came around and I was still feeling the buzz of the day before. Hearing about all the other women marching all over the world. It was such a great feeling. And then Monday came and say la vie. It's like Saturday didn't even happen. But it did. And I remember how it felt to be there and I'm ready for the next march. Because that's all Mr. Trump has really done is brought us closer together. 

Ps I just want to add that I wrote this whole thing while breastfeeding my baby, girl power ✌🏽❤️

Xoxo xox
Stephanie