We've become excrutiatingly divisive in this country. There's palpable hate. We, the people has morphed into Me, the person. It seems we have forgotten the principles of our founders. That's probably because most people didn't take the citizenship test that my mom and dad took. My family doesn't take its U.S. citizenship for granted. We cherish it. And we cherish the democratic process and ideals that allow people like me to sport that bumper sticker and people who sport stickers like this one. Click if you dare.
I love to vote. I anticipated turning 18 even more than I cared about turning 16. Voting is exponentially cooler than driving. To this day, I hate to drive but I love to vote.
I take my sons with me to vote. Always have. When Bird was an infant I tucked him into his stroller and walked to my polling place. He of course had no idea what was going on, but nonetheless, he hasn't missed an election. Same with Deal. We vote in the big elections, the little elections (Those are the ones that really matter!), and the run offs. I, being a proud liberal, festoon myself and my kids in garb to reflect our stance. We are essentially walking billboards. We all sported Obama shirts and buttons and were a veritable parade walking to our polling place with all our neighbors. Some were Palin fans, yet we all walked together, eager to see how the historic year would play out.
Granted, my political fashion sense can be in poor taste, but if you clicked on that link up there you'll see that poor taste is relative. Sometimes good humor requires bad taste, but I suppose that is relative too. I have a bib that both my sons wore that says "Mommy loves me too much to vote Republican." We're way beyond the bib wearing years, but I tucked it away in a baby box to pass down to my grandkids one day. Hopefully neither son will turn into Alex P. Keaton. And if he does, so be it. But there goes his inheritance. Ahem. I also have a magnet that I had to take down once Bird learned how to read. I find it humorous, not hateful.
It's important to me that my sons appreciate our democratic process. Their grandparents earned the right to vote in this country. Their great grandmother grew up during a time when women were not allowed to vote. They, my sons, are first generation American. I don't take that for granted and I don't want them to either. We've been lucky enough to have amazing teachers who dig into curriculum that sheds some light on our uniquely democratic process. Few places in the world operate without chaos on election day. It's really quite remarkable that despite our heated differences, our electoral process is respectful and orderly.
We have a county commissioner race here in Raleigh, NC. The outcome will have serious financial ramifications on what our new school board is conjuring up. I'll be there on election day. With my sons. I'll also be at their school running the Kids Voting program all day. And just for fun, we'll read Duck for President before the election. As far as civics lessons go, there's nothing better than a duck metaphor. And it's certainly cleaner than the Republican f*%#er on my inappropriate magnet.
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