On the eve of what we could consider our country’s future, this is about as political as I’ll ever get.
I have debated writing this post for several weeks and as the calendar flipped it was either: let this idea die on the vine or post it and hope that the vitriol of this 2016 election stays away from me. I am, as usual, writing in this space for my daughter, my family, and somewhat, for myself. I have no agenda and never will.
All that being said, the following is all I will ever say or write about tomorrow’s Presidential election. This whole campaign – on both sides – actually embarrasses me as an American. And as a human.
But, that said, there is one candidate I am hopeful will come out ahead. It’s not because of the politics, or the vision of leadership, or any form of experience.
It is simply because of my daughter.
Growing up there is always that little nugget in your brain that lay in the hopes and dreams headlines you entertain of “I want to be President!” For the majority of people that particular dream goes away as we typically find things that interest us much more than politics.
Even if that hope never ceases, the odds of becoming President are worse than riding a rainbow-colored unicorn in an American flag Speedo while following Halley’s Comet’s dust trail.
There have only been 44 Presidents to this point in America’s history. Think about that. Forty-four men have, essentially, been in charge for the last 240 years.
Yet, there’s still that dream some of us have when we’re young. Or that dream we hold on to.
I’ve never been one to crush someone else’s dreams. Especially children’s. I had my dreams smashed when I was a kid and I still vividly remember exactly what was said, where I was and the car I was riding in, and which part of the car I was in.
It sucks. It’s a sickening feeling and I never want to be the one who does that.
As Ella is still coming off the high of being Wonder Woman and thinking she can fly and do wonderful things (or maybe this is a sugar high that lasts for weeks after Halloween?), who am I to get in her way? Let’s encourage that dreaming, that imagination and the idea that she can be a strong, empowered female.
Growing up with mostly just my mom and my sister in my house, I have always been more sensitive to women’s leadership, women’s equal rights and the continued struggle that many professional women have vs. their male peers. Perhaps that’s why I was blessed with a daughter. So I could push her and empower her properly and help her not only break down the walls – but break through them.
So, how can I honestly sit here and tell her she can be whatever she wants to be in her life if there is no example of a female President?
How do you think millions of Black families struggled for decades and told their kids that they couldn’t be President? But now? They have a real-life example of what you can aspire to be.
I don’t follow politics much more than casually. I feel that Hillary Clinton is about as crooked of a politician as you can get. But, again, that’s just my personal feeling without many facts – except all of the headlines you know about, too.
But how am I supposed to encourage my daughter’s imagination by telling her she can be whatever she wants to be without at least an example of a woman President?
Me Honey, you can do whatever you want if you put your mind to it.
Her: I can’t be President.
Me: [silence] Um, how about them Dodgers?
How can I tell her that she deserves equal pay and can be a female leader in whatever capacity she chooses if we have a well-documented misogynist running our country?
Whomever wins tomorrow, I am hopeful that we only have the minimum amount of time with them as our President. In 2020 I pray that we have a fair, balanced election year and with candidates that don’t make me embarrassed and avoid all election coverage. Basically, I want a group of people who don’t make me want to vomit in my shoe.
However, I do want progress. And, maybe we won’t have much progress in our country or our foreign affairs, or taxes, or joblessness, or whatever many other ills we face every day.
That’s all I’m wishing for. Progress. At least enough where in a few years I can honestly tell my daughter that she can become President of the United States of America if she so desires.
I’m not with her, as the campaign goes. I’m with my daughter. And her dreams, her hopes – and those of many, many parents who may also be in this same situation.