Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Witnesses

Well, of course I am going to write about the election. I'm a follower like that.

I brought my kids into the gym today after school. We went right up to the "H" line and proceeded to the voting booth. It was quiet, with only a few of the many booths in use. We went to a far corner where I could squat down and explain the ballot and show the kids how to fill it out. Then we walked to the machine and submitted my vote.

I felt the tingle beneath my eyes and was more than a little surprised. I stopped and looked down at the kids and just felt it. Then I signed some petitions regarding things like health-care, a new town park, and same sex marriage.

And then we bought nut-free goodies at the bake sale.

By the time I reached the car my fallen tears had left paths on my face and my eldest, mouth full of cupcake, looked up at me in bewilderment.

I tried to explain that I felt privileged, and fearful, and lucky, and more than just a little hopeful. That I felt the possibility of change. That I believe that our next President might literally change the world, and I was ever so pleased that they stood beside me as I cast my vote.

I'm not rich and I'm not poor and it's not about taxes for me. It's about possibilities.

Then we figured out that in 10 years he'll be voting. In 11 years his brother will, and in 14 their sister.

I started to say, "I know you 3 might not realize how important that moment in the gym was..." But my eldest interrupted with, "Oh, I know it's important. I'm just not crying about it."

5 comments:

catnip said...

Lovely. I'm sure it's to your credit that he understands the importance of today.

kat said...

i sat and watched the people early this morning outside town hall file in and out
harold and i ate ice-cream
i wanted to be able to vote

but then realized all these people were doing it as a team
and i just had to have faith
that maybe we'd have a chance at change

The Pez Man said...

I Love this BLOG! LOVE LOVE LOVE it!

Meg said...

Catnip- I don't know if he does, really, but I think he's moving towards it. I don't know that I ever really did before.

It is about faith and about hope and chances.

Ron- I have been bawling like a hungry baby off and on since yesterday- your comment just feels mean. ;) Really, thank you.

The Pez Man said...

I am not being mean at all! ;)
I love the blog because I could feel the emotion of it, I understand. In many ways, I felt like i was right there with you. Well, umm, except that I like nuts in my brownies.

I love the fact that you shared this with your children. I am not surprised, but more proud that it was an emotion for you. A true American and a Good Mom all rolled into one! LOVE IT!