I will never stop fighting for you.

Nov 6, 2024

I will never stop fighting for you.

It’s all I could think to tell my oldest daughter last night around 10:20, after she called me to say, “I am worried Mom,” and before I reluctantly hung up the phone. I wanted to tell her it will be fine, it will all work out, she could still win, there’s an error, there will lawsuits — but she’s not a child and lies would be crueler.

I will never stop fighting for you all.

It’s all I could think to text the kids too this morning in our (generally much sillier) family group chat, when I finally gave up on pretending I could sleep.

I don’t feel as shocked as I did in 2016; I’ve been here before. But reopening that wound is still painful and I do feel terribly, terribly sad.

I wear a bracelet that says “It’s OK to feel how I feel.” I clasped it on my younger daughter’s wrist this morning before she left, red-eyed and shaky, to jump on a subway and head toward the comfort of school friends.

I am going to live with the sadness today. Fighting it would be a lie to myself.

But I’m also going to remember that whatever just broke in America, I have the choice not to let it break me.

Don’t you let it break you, either.