I’m currently in Boston for ASCD‘s Empower18, a gathering of more than 7,000 educators. As one who lives in the DC area and who attends ASCD’s conference every year I had mixed feelings about being in Boston on the day of the March For Our Lives. Being at ASCD’s conference is important to me. Being at the march is important to me. So I did them together. I attended the March for Our Lives in Boston. (I’m still sorry I didn’t get to be in DC for this march, with my daughters, but I’m glad I got to be at a march.)
Paul Tritter was planning to attend (after he spent some time on stage with Dr. Jill Biden) and was gracious enough to let me tag along, as I do not know Boston at all and would likely have gotten quite lost.
I didn’t take too many pictures for a variety of reasons, but there are plenty online if you are interested.
Before heading back to the convention center and so many adults in education, I walked across the street to the Boston Public Garden. Just inside the garden, in one corner, is the Duckling Sculpture. I stood there, listening to the speakers at the march, watching children run around in the falling snow, and looked at Mrs. Mallard and her eight ducklings, captured in sculpture on their way to the island in the lagoon in the garden.
Mrs Mallard is captured in this sculpture in the act of taking her children to safety. Our children are asking us to do the same. They aren’t just asking, they are demanding, and they are acting. We can do the same. We can demand. We can act. Truly, it is the least we can do for them.