Why this election means so much to me
I’ve done my share of work in electoral politics, mostly before I had kids. I’ve always been informed about political races and make a point of voting in every election. But never before have I been regularly moved to tears by my strong feelings about a candidate and the election.
My kids actually joke about the way that I often (always?) end up with tears streaming down my face when I hear an Obama speech.
Today, I was finally able to articulate why. Maybe it was the look in the eyes of the older African-American couple I spoke to when I was canvassing. Maybe it was the young woman in the drive-through at Bojangles who excitedly told me she had already voted. I realized that this election for me is not just about the economy or the war or domestic policy–although all of those are important to me. I long for a government that is committed to protecting and serving our most vulnerable citizens. But the very person of Obama–a bi-racial man raised by his single white mother, rising against so many barriers to the highest office in the land–it symbolizes all that can be great about our country. I am overwhelmed by the way that so many people of color–so long literally or essentially disenfranchised–are joining the democratic process because it suddenly feels like something that they are a part of. It makes me feel proud and hopeful and, okay, teary. A country that can elect Obama is the kind of place I want my children to grow up.
Okay, back to watching election returns. And tomorrow, a return to our regular homeschooling programming.