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This blog is not about politics, but it is about motherhood. So I write this today as a mom, a mom concerned for her kids and their future.

This morning my Facebook feed is flooded with sadness, because yesterday America lost. Not because so many were necessarily for Hilary or anti Trump, but because this election which polarized so many, finally ended, with an equally polarizing outcome. This election that poured hate from both sides, continues to divide and pour more hate onto our country.

Here we sit facing an unknown future, with a greatly unknown, unpolished, divisive president. It doesn’t feel good. You know after you eat too much or have too many sweets, you get that ache in your stomach. That is how I feel this morning. That gross pit in the bottom of your stomach feeling, because today a lot of people are hurting. A lot of people feel loss. A lot of Americans are afraid for their futures, their lives. They are afraid for their family, their friends, their coworkers. And I get it. I can’t say I understand what it is like to be in a minority group. I can’t say I have a ton of relatives at risk of deportation. So in that sense I don’t get it. But I can say I get that you’re hurting today.

I can say that I hate that the voice of our country really feels like hatred. I wish desperately that the millions of Americans that are hurting and feeling alone today, could feel an important member of our society with equal value as anyone else. And as a parent, I am concerned. I do not want my children to grow up in a society where hate and racism are acceptable. Where sexism is applauded and rewarded.

So here we are in this country, reeling from an unexpected outcome no one saw coming. Even as a third party voter, I never saw this coming. But today it has come. Today, we have a choice. We have to choose to love those around us. To not allow a president to dictate to us how we treat or view others. We need to take on a childlike perspective of sorts. Of caring less about being invited to do good and simply joining in.

My son loves going to the park. And I swear he always makes friends. No matter what park. If kids are playing tag, he doesn’t go up and say “can I play too?” He simply starts playing, even if he does not know who is it. Kids do not care what other kids look like, or what their background is, they care about having fun. You don’t need to ask permission to do good or be kind, just join in.

I don’t know what a Trump presidency will look like and I honestly hope he surprises us all, for the benefit of everyone. But even if that doesn’t happen, it is still on us a country to care about others. To look beyond the differences and treat each other as equals. I will not allow my sons to grow up thinking that their life is the only one that matters. Or that because they are white, they are somehow more important than anyone else. That is not something I will teach my children. And that does not change because of who is in the oval office.

My kids will learn to follow the leadership of real male role models, that do not belittle or shame women. That do not demean or sexually assault women. That do not verbally attack women.

Donald Trump may lead America, but he does not control my household. He does not dictate the values that I teach to my children. And the same can be said for your family. So as you sit here worried, hurting, nervous for the future of America, remember that. Remember that hatred does not drive out darkness, only love can do that. I am not saying that who our president is, is irrelevant, because it is not.

What I am saying, is that we may not like what we were handed this election season, you may not have even voted for the two choices, or wanted them in the primaries. But we do have a choice right now to change our story from hateful America, to an America that loves and values one another. We can start today, by stopping the debates, stopping the divided arguing, and ask one another, what can we do in kindness for someone else today?

That is the America my kids will know. A kind America. An America that cares for the poor, the needy, the broken, the hurting, the lonely. Because I can’t control our government but I can control what I teach to my children and how I act towards others and in turn how they too will act towards others. I was reminded today looking at some nearly wilted flowers in my home. That even broken, wilted flowers have beauty. Remember that today.