I wrote this over a year ago and found it in my drafts. It is ironic, because I have been feeling the same way lately:
Last week, my siblings and I went to a fundraiser that my dad held for Tammy Baldwin.
I didn’t think too much about the fundraiser, as I feel like I have been to many in the past as our Dad was a former Congressman, but in truth I hadn’t been to a fundraiser in years.
There was a moment when my father was speaking that I felt an overwhelming sense of pride in where I came from. Being at this fundraiser reminded me that I was raised to believe I could make a difference. That It was my responsibility as a person in the world to stand up for what I believed in, whether it is a fundraiser or one on one conversation.
I am grateful to my parents that they are brave enough to put themselves out there and support the things they feel strongly about. Thanks to them, I am able to do the same right here.