okay, so i don't actually have a big brother. i'm just having one of those moments where i feel like none of us should ever write anything true or heartfelt or meaningful on the internet because it is sure to come around and bite us.
this is of course why people told me that i was "brave" for not blogging under an assumed name.
it is probably that "brave" was a stand-in for "stupid" or at the very least "critically naive."
where is this coming from? don't know. i am being bogged down in political crap. because wherever you happen to fall on the whole political spectrum, the election in the US this past year was a mess and more people than just me are jittery.
my daughter was a die-hard hillary clinton supporter at age six. she was personally offended when anyone said anything mean about hillary. she was the one who was adamant about getting a yard sign. we never get yard signs. she was deeply disappointed in humanity when they did not choose hillary as our next president.
funny, my son at age four was a fervent supporter of obama. neither spouse nor i are terribly politically verbal so i find it interesting that our children have taken such an interest.
anyway, daughter's latest Kazoo magazine for girls has an page about hillary clinton's journey (almost) to the white house. i was reading it to her last night and found myself choking up, not sure i would be able to read the whole thing.
then i got to this part
"To all of the little girls, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams."
which really did do me in. because regardless of why you think the results of the election were what they were... the campaign process revealed great swaths of anti-feminist, anti-female hateful crap that i cannot unsee. and that is what makes me sad.
in fact i was going to just quietly stop reading entirely before i started crying uncontrollably. after all, i was supposed to be reading bedtime stories and helping her get to sleep. not having a meltdown.
but as i faught back tears and felt my voice give out, my daughter said in a hushed and excited voice
"This is the best part, Mom!"
The article ended with "The position of 'First Woman US President' has yet to be filled. Will it be you?"
daughter answered with a great deal of scorn. Of course not. I am only a child.
Quaker, teacher, parent,