As I sat with my youngest son (14 months), scribbling playful, innocent lines in blue and green around the words "I AM NOT A SCIENCE EXPERIMENT", I glanced out the window shaking my head... "Rain rain, go away! We want to march against Monsanto today!"
The march was to begin in one hour. I looked down at the radar on my phone app, disappointed. Would we let this rain ruin the first march that we've ever decided to participate in?
Just then, my loving boyfriend/partner pulled me aside, squeezed me tight. "You should go... you wanted to do this... and... you won't melt", he said with a smile.
You see, the birth of my second son has renewed my desire to fight for the kind of world that I want my children to grow up in and for them to raise their children in. It is my two sweet, growing boys that attracted me to this October 12th event in Rockford, IL, to March Against Monsanto. Now, you might be wondering...
"What did Monsanto do that's so bad, anyway?"