It was a three-generational tea party. Although we did not don gloves and hats. There was no tea or tiny pastries. Instead we stood outside of City Hall and protested the raising of the sales tax and other taxes.
I hadn't realized this but this was my mother's first protest. As a girl I remember looking through pictures of my mom before she was married and had kids. She was a hippie. Long hair and flowing dresses. In fact she got married in yellow carrying a bunch of wildflowers. I just assumed she had also been burning her bra and sitting-in.
We were able to go on my mother's lunch break. It wasn't initially my plan to take Lainy Ann, but there is nothing wrong with teaching my child to think for herself and even more importantly to stand up for herself. Regardless of which side of the aisle she is on.
It was very heartwarming being there. There were quite a few senior citizens there with a cane in one hand and a sign in the other. There was a mother pushing a double-stroller. She then got out the picnic lunch for her 4 kids while the organizer spoke of lowering taxes and writing our senators.
I'm not sure how much of a difference we made that day. But I know I can rest assured that I have taught my daughter that our government is of the people and for the people.