YES WE CAN!!! and YES WE DID!!!!!
President O is the man!!! And now we’ve got him for 4 more years. Nothing, NOTHING, is better than this! (Even the ultimate triple shot, 1/2 caffe, dark chocolate mocha with whip.)
So much more to say, but “little g” and I are anxiously awaiting to hear from the man himself. Will write more later.
Thought you might like to see little g and I in our Obama apparel, hanging out in front of the computer (our link to the world tonight).
And, I will leave you with this:
“Rosa Parks sat so that Martin Luther King, Jr. could walk.
Martin Luther King Jr. walked so that Barack Obama could run.
Barack Obama ran so that our children can fly!!”
(I heard this the night Barack Obama won 4 years ago and it still makes me cry.)
UPDATE: Can’t sleep now…too high on life! (Course, it could be the six shots of espresso in the last six hours…even if they were 1/2 caffe. I really need to do something about my addiction, eh?)
So…do you think this means I can put the Obama stickers back on my car? Or do you think I should wait a bit…you know, not to rub anyone’s face in it or anything, give them time to grieve and get mature and all good-loser like? What? You don’t think that is going to happen? Probably not. Probably just get worse as far as the nasty things that will be said about our STUPENDOUS, SUPERB, INCREDIBLE Commander-in-Chief and his trusty sidekick Joe. (We love us some Joe Biden around here. He is one cool cat!)
Yeah, I’ll wait on the whole sticker thing. But as far as letting Gracelyn go on the whole “talking politics thing”…you betcha!!! She is pumped up. In fact, before she finally closed her eyes (yes, it was midnight, because yes, I let her watch President O’s victory speech), she had her entire acceptance speech planned for when she is elected President of the United States. Not kidding!! That child is priceless.
So yes I am a bad mommy because I let my 5 1/2 year old daughter (holy bananas, she’s almost 6!!!!!) stay up til midnight. But let me tell you why. There are not a lot of memories from my childhood (for whatever reason…I don’t feel like self-psycho-analyzing tonight, so we’ll just leave it there)…but one stands out in striking clarity. It is 1969. I am barely 2 years old. The adults in the room (parents) are watching the old black and white television (new at that time) in the family room in the house on West 6th Street in Greeley. They are going crazy because Neil Armstrong stepped onto the surface of the moon. I see the fuzzy picture…the black and white. I hear his muffled voice, not the words, but I know it is a big deal. A really big deal.
On the night of President Obama’s election in 2008, Gracelyn woke up just before he was about to speak in Grant Park. I did not want to miss it and I thought that perhaps she would take that memory with her as I did mine from so long ago. I held her on my lap and spoke to her of the awesome significance of the moment. I told her what his election that night meant for this country, for her, and for all the children who would grow up with him as their President. I saved everything I could for her and kept a journal of what was said that night, because I believed it was such a pivotal moment for our nation, for the world.
Tonight seemed even bigger than that night four years ago, if that is at all possible. Tonight was a victory against the non-believers, the obstructionists, the ones who would tear a man down because he doesn’t look like them. Yes, I do believe we are not past the racism that divided this country so long ago and continues to do so today. Do you know what Gracelyn said to me, as we watched President Obama speak? She turned to me and whispered “If Mitt Romney were black, he would understand.” ??????? Good grief, she’s only 5 (albeit almost 6). Yet she gets it. The very sad thing is that until a few weeks ago, she had no idea that the color of someone’s skin is enough for another to hate them. We are studying American History now for our Social Studies lessons and have begun discussing the past presidents and what they were best known for. In teaching her about Abraham Lincoln, I had to teach her about slavery. And what that meant. And how that changed our nation. And how, unfortunately, it is an issue today. Initially, she could not grasp the concept that people look different. Because in her world, people just are. She, and all of our children today, are growing up in a colorful world, thinking that this is just the way it is. And why should there be anything wrong with that?
Holy tamales I digress.
Let me get back to where I wanted to be, if I can remember where that was. Ah yes, why I felt it was necessary to let my young daughter pull, for her, an all-nighter. Because this is a pivotal moment. This is history. Something wonderful happened tonight, today…this election. Suddenly all those who have ridiculed and maligned the character of the President were silenced…by us, the little people. The 47%. And that, my dear friends, is a big, damn deal. (Going with the whole “we love us some Joe” meme…you can insert his favorite word there instead of ‘damn’ and get the flavor of what I’m trying to say.) I wanted Gracelyn to remember this night…to remember this election as undeniably important for the survival of this nation. We face grave challenges as we walk forward. But as President Obama pointed out so eloquently tonight, we are all in this together. Together. And that is what makes this nation so incredible. Now it is up to each and every one of us to put our differences aside, let go of past squabbles and go confidently into the future, assured that our best days are ahead of us.
A most treasured quote, from a most treasured man, who if he had lived, would be rejoicing tonight as well:
“The work goes on. The cause endures. The hope still lives. And the dream shall never die.” Edward M. Kennedy
Vaya con dios mi amigas/amigos.