A story I read on Facebook, in the secret group Pantsuit Nation, that I thought I needed to share.
“One year ago today my daughter stopped wearing tutus. From around 18 months old until then, she had refused to leave the house without one. At age 4, she was so impressed with the idea of a "girl president” , and loved listening to HRC (and Chelsea!) speak. She asked to put signs in our yard, she asked to help with our local campaign efforts, she proudly wore her Stronger Together shirt. We spent Election Day doing acts of service (which she called “Hillary Work”) after voting. The day after the election, we slept in, and after watching HRC’s speech, I offered to keep her home, but she wanted to go to preschool. As she got ready, through tear filled eyes, I offered her a tutu. She refused. I offered another, only for her to refuse again. Then I turned to see her looking in her mirror, smoothing her shirt and leggings. As she caught my eye, tutu still in my hand, she said, with the sweet optimism of children, “No thank you, mama. This looks more like a pantsuit, and Hillary says we have more work to do.” Nothing has motivated me more over the past year, to work for the change we need, than the memory of that moment. Just over a week ago, almost a year from that day, as my daughter wore her first “real” pantsuit, I had the privilege of sharing that story with Secretary Clinton while she sat next to my sweet girl in one of the most surreal moments of my life. I’ve never posted here, but I’ve read your stories in the weeks before and the months after the election, and found comfort and community in so many. Thank you all for sharing, and for reminding me that we are not alone. Mostly, thank you for helping me believe my own words when I tell my little pantsuit wearing kindness warrior that there is more good than not, and that while there is still much work to be done, love does win in the end-if she is any indication, love truly does, and will trump hate. ❤️" - Jessica Dawahare