I’m sitting here, watching all of the craziness, the people. Listening to the commentators, to the talking heads, to the regular folks standing in the rainy D.C weather, watching history.
For me, as a mom – it’s important to teach my kids just how important a day like this is. Again, regardless of politics. This is a transfer of power that is really tough to grasp. Still, we try.
I was explaining it all to my daughter, Emma. She’s five, but a pretty aware little one. She’s watching with me. And she’s asking questions – which is a good sign. She cares. At least a bit. In a five-year-old way. In a “I like his tie, mommy” kind of way. Still, she watches.
When she’s older – I’ll show her the picture of her watching.
As we watch – I’m getting pictures from the event from my sister, Paula and my girlfriends, Mary and Molly – and yes, I am a bit disappointed that I’m not there with them as I had planned to be – but, nonetheless – it’s nice to get the first-hand accounts and photos. I wanted to go because I wanted to be a witness to history. My husband and I were going to go for President Obama’s second inauguration, but with a new baby – it didn’t work out. My husband did go to Bill Clinton’s swearing in and it’s something he will never forget.
My hope now – is unity in this nation. It’s sad where things are. The hatred – on both sides. It’s what I don’t talk with Emma about. I shield her from that. We teach her to be kind, and open to the opinions of others. So – how could she understand this kind of behavior by adults? I can’t even understand it.
For now – today, all politics aside, this is an enormous day for this incredible Country we are so lucky to live in. We don’t know – can’t know – exactly what’s to come or how things will be – but, what we do know is that we live in the Greatest Nation on this planet. That is what I tell my girls. To be grateful. Be honored.