Despite the cold and wet and snow, despite a train cancellation that added 90 minutes to our journey, despite a million other things we could have been doing on a Sunday afternoon after a busy week, yesterday the six of us made our way into London for the Women’s March.
It was my babies’ first protest. Not their last though, I’m willing to bet.
When I first mentioned I’d like to go, Matt of course was all for it. Love that man. Bridget was ALL for it. Quinn was all for it, in his absolute unwavering happiness to do whatever it is we’re going to do. Gabe and Owen were not as convinced. But mama was adamant, and so we went.
It was COLD in London yesterday. And so wet. But we made our way to Downing Street and saw the crowd and heard the chants and read the signs and it was all worth it. My boys were ALL IN then.
They chanted. “We want justice, not revenge.”
“Time’s Up” they cheered.
Bridget took the good camera, because she’s a good photographer and I am not, and wound her way as far into the crowd as she could get without losing sight of us, snapping pics all the while.
And then it snowed, but not a light, dry snow. Big, fat, wet flakes mixed with big, fat raindrops made a sloppy mess of the sidewalks. And my children stood shivering and uncomplaining in a crowd of people who were all there to make a point and make a difference.
But a mama can only ask so much, and so we cut out after about 45 minutes and made our way 15 minutes across the Thames to Wagamama for a bowl of warm ramen. And the restaurant was closed. But the one wayyyyy back where we’d started was open, according to the sign. I felt so guilty — we’d walked a long way and it was cold and windy and snowy and rainy and everyone was damp. And they were all out there because of me, mostly.
“Nevertheless, we persist!” Gabe shouted out. The kids all cheered.
I’m not gonna lie, I almost cried. I held it together though, and Matt and I grinned at each other, and we rallied. We walked back across town to the open Wagamama, ate our lovely spicy ramen, and warmed our freezing fingers and toes.
It was a good day. One of those days that makes me proud to be their mother, proud to be his wife, and excited to see what the future holds for these babies who are paying attention and want to make a difference.