Is it weird that I'm constantly on the verge of tearing up? Butterflies are going nuts in my stomach and I think it's because I feel like I'm a spectator of history. No matter who wins, this election was like no other.
My friend, Virginia, really nailed it a few months ago when, talking about Obama, said something to the effect of 'It's like Dr. King's vision and dream coming true. Obama embodies that vision.'
In the primaries, I was a Clinton girl-- still am. When I voted for her, I felt very emotional because I could hear a crack in that glass ceiling. And being the mother of a little girl-- I want her to know that equality isn't just theoretical. That m
aybe when she's an adult, she'll be able to make the same salary as a man doing the same job--that she won't be viewed as inherently weak and unprepared because she is a woman.
But I am also the mother of a non-white child. Annie is Cherokee. Not like many, who are tribal citizens but look White or Black or Asian or Hispanic because of other facets of their ancestry but CHEROKEE. There's no mistaking that she's an Indian. So, voting for Obama brought another wave of emotion because now I can tell my daughter with conviction that the highest office in the land is open to her as a woman and minority.
God Bless America.
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I agree Holly. Even though I am not an Obama "fan," I am so excited to see a minority get elected in to this office. Either way, history was going to be made this year and that was really exciting.
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