Every day, I see something else awful that people are up in arms about. And, make no mistake, I know that these are worthy, important, pressing causes, whether they're Black Lives Matter, or gun control, or wildfires, or pollution, or ordinary racism.
And yet, I barely have the time to keep everyone here fed and with enough clean clothes for the next day. I have just enough energy to, most days, manage some kindness to my children. There is nothing left over for the rest of the world.
Some day, some day, they will be older and I will have something, anything, to give. Not now. Not today.