Those who know and love me know a teacher I am not, but those same folks never thought I’d sport the title of “step-mom” either, but alas – as a step-mom today I spied with my little eyes a teachable moment and went for it … all the way & all in!
We went as a family to vote early at the local rec center. Having already made mine count by voting absentee, I stood in the periphery and watched the process. Technical difficulties and a minuscule tear in page two (yes, the ballot is front and back of two legal sheets of paper) made someone have to go “re do” his ballot and so the youngest and I stood together between the scanner and the door.
A family of four, clearly first time voters, placed their ballots into the scanner one page at a time and the poll worker stood beside ensuring that they saw the flag, meaning their ballot was cast and counted. I froze, thankful for what I was, what we were, witnessing.
After receiving their stickers, the voters cooed over how cute she was in her cheer uniform and hot pink breast cancer awareness hair ribbon. Once they walked out I leaned right in between her cheek and shoulder and whispered in her ear:
“Do you notice anything about what is happening?”
“Yeah, they’re voting for Hillary!” She proclaims.
“Shhhh! No, not that, what else?”
“No. I don’t notice anything else?!” (Like, “what’s wrong with you, yes they are?!”)
“What do you notice about that nice man next to the machine?”
“He’s tall?!” (Like, “where are you going with this?!”)
“He’s brown?” I personally noticed his J. Hopkins name tag, but ok.
“What’s he saying to the people?”
“There you go (handing out the coveted “I Voted!” sticker) and thank you!”
And there it was – – – I should have teared up, but instead I just said:
“Not that long ago people like him didn’t get to vote, and now he’s thanking all of these people for voting” – and she stops me excitedly, “for a woman!?!”
Whew! Poor thing thinks Hillary is the only thing on that two page, double sided legal sized ballot! I’ll take it!
Personally, I wanted to know that everything we discussed sank in so once her dad finished she says, “Dad, guess what I know about that brown man?!”
OK -let’s leave! Now.
“In the olden days…” she began.
I had said “not that long ago” but, ok, she’s 9 3/4!
My history major and women’s studies minor heart is happy today. More on the ticker in the next post.
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