My little girl, five years old, came out from bed still blurry with sleep early Saturday, blonde hair cloudy ’round her face, and said: ‘Election day!’
She had been so caught up with the reporting almost all the way through the campaign, asking constant questions about who this person was, and what that party was, and who sundry friends of ours would be voting for. She wrote her own how-to-vote card the day before, and announced that she was going to hold an election with her toys since she wasn’t allowed to vote herself.
I really felt the responsibility of that interest – hard to try and explain politics to a child, and especially to express your own political preferences in ways that don’t just reduce it to out-and-out brainwashing. At one point she said: ‘who do you go for, mama? B/c whoever you go for I do too’. The innocence of lambs, &c. Her sweetness is so deep and sharp at the moment I wince when I think of it.
I am still in shock that the election turned out the way it did. Had been steeling myself for disappointment, and am almost unsure of how to react now that there is no need for it. Extraordinary.