Given this weekend, it feels odd to continue blogging out of formality, or worse, in fear of upsetting some of you. It feels necessary to acknowledge the heartache felt collectively. Especially, amongst the LGBQT community.
Though, today felt slightly different than yesterday. As the fog of sadness slipped away for a moment, Peter, the kids and I walked around the city. We ran errands and ate lunch and played particularly heavy for a Monday. And yet, it felt right. In the face of grief, beyond taking some form of action for better laws and reform, it felt right to try and celebrate the breath in our lungs, the concrete beneath our feet, and the noise of the city; simple joys.
And when the apartment grew quiet tonight, Peter and I discussed things parents do. Specifically, how as New Yorkers, we often feel unbiased love comes with being exposed to thousands of unique people every single day. So often, we parents assume by example is the only we our children know how to love. That is a mistake. Whether it be a same sex couple or a Muslim woman or man, it is not only by example our children learn to love unbiasedly, it is through our words and teachings.
Teach your kids how to love.