Each morning I wake up and check my phone. I have an order. WhatsApp first if there are unread notifications, emails next, and then a round-up of my social media: Threads, Instagram, TikTok and finally Facebook. I leave Facebook for the last because I love looking back on memories. The oldest items are sometimes from twelve years ago, when my youngest was a newborn. Each day is a reminder of how little the kids were once. At some point, I diligently recorded the funny things they said. Reading them a decade later, I ground my actions for the day in that.

Today, amid the child-related posts, a video of me speaking at our local school board surfaced. I was making a case for diversity, equity and inclusion at our school district. I argued clearly, passionately and articulately, in my opinion. The underlying premise was that our children needed to see themselves reflected in the world around them. That, saying “I don’t see colour” says to me: “I don’t see you, in your multifaceted glory. I see you in a monochromatic, narrow worldview I have decided to box you in.” Unlike other days, I reshared my post, feeling that it resonated just........

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