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A Day of Pride: A children's book that Celebrates Diversity, Equality and Tolerance!
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About A Day Of Pride: A Children's Book That Celebrates
Product Description Are you interested in teaching your kid the beauty of diversity and differences among us?Do you believe in LGBTQ rights and equality for all?A Day of Pride is the perfect children's book for you! A Day of Pride is a rhymed book celebrating love and pride, and teaching the importance of acceptance and tolerance. It encourages children of all kind to be proud of themselves and accepting of others—exactly as they are. Invite your kid to an empowering and exciting journey on a magical day where everyone has a place. It is a colorful day of celebration. Soon, the streets will be filled with people of all kinds, who will march in the festive Pride Parade. Miss Rainbow is ready to paint the city with her hues and colors, to fill every corner with love and pride. When the Witch of Shame appears, she threatens to ruin the great party. “Once again, this day arrives,The streets are cheering, the city thrives.With laughing sun and dancing skies,Chirping birds, the wind complies.All is love, no one’s afraid—Welcome to the Pride Parade!" Main themes in the book: ★ Diversity and inclusion! ★ Pride and lgbt ★ Anti-Bullying ★ Self-esteem ★ Tolerance and acceptance ★ Gender identity ★ Rainbow families ★ Being different ★ Social skills Born in Israel, Roy Youldous-Raiss is has been writing all of his life. He is Tammuz Surrogacy CMO and an LGBT advocate. Roy is married to Or and a proud father to Elya and Liri. A Day of Pride was written from his personal experience of being gay for many years. The beautiful illustrations were created by the talented Yossi Madar. From the Author My story starts with shame. Shame of forbidden thoughts, shame of impossible feelings, shame of simply being me. There was also quite a bit of fear in my story. Fear of disappointing my parents, fear of being exposed as I truly was, fear of being left alone. I was 13 when I started writing the first words about my sexual identity, hoped that no one would read what I had to write. For seven years I pretended I was someone else, faked happy smiles, lied to the closest people to me - just so they would not reveal the worst secret of all. Seven years in which I hid in a closet of shame, prayed to the God of sexual identity to make me 'normal' like everyone else. But I was not born with a bracelet of shame on my wrist. Shame has been dripping into my life for years by people who thought I was not worth it, people who thought I had no place in this world, people who believed that I was all evil in this world. The shame grew stronger with every "gay" shout I heard in the school hallways; With every bill in favor of the LGBTQ that didn't go through; With every hate article that described lgbtq people as perverts; with every bullying post referred to gay people as sick; With every hate crime against the LGBTQ. It evolved every time I was told I was "too flushed", "too pretty", "too sensitive". These were not easy years for a young boy who was just starting to discover the world. Those messages I have received for so many years, did not leave much room for pride in me. It took me seven years until I was able to start writing the pride chapter in my story. Seven long years during which I took off the layers of shame, fear and guilt , until I felt strong and brave enough to come out of the closet as who I have always been.2002, I am at the Gay Pride Parade for the first time. Excited and anxious I started walking towards them - a huge and colorful community, which seemed to be waiting for me to arrive. Thousands of people were there - smiling, dancing, happy as they were. In one incredible moment I realized that I had not been sick all those years. I hadn't been a criminal or a dangerous pervert who will end up his life sick and lonely. There were so many people just like me. I could finally breathe. I was fine, I have probably always been. The walk of shame had changed into a celebration of pride. In the years that followed, I came out to
