We were at a seafood restaurant in Lincoln City.
I was only 11, but I knew I had to defend her.
A group of young adults were mocking my mom.
I got up, my heart racing, and walked right up to them. "You have no right to disrespect my mom. That’s MY mom," I said, looking them straight in the eyes.
My mom reminded me of that incident the other day - when I told her I'd written about her.
She broke down in tears. "Nobody has ever stood up for me like that, but you did. And you've done it before."
What I've learned is that our own healing and growth can have a ripple effect on those around us.
But there's something more here.
Speaking up for my mom was exactly what she needed – not just then, but as a little girl, too.
She needed someone to protect her, to defend her.
And I realize now that speaking up for others is one of the most powerful things we can do.
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