I sat on a hard chair with my coworkers today and watched our nation give birth to the 44th president. It's been a long hard pregnancy, filled with trips to the emergency room and false labor — but in the end after hours, days and months of pushing we are given the gift of an amazing man to lead our country.
I'm struck with the poignancy of our changing country and it's direct juxtaposition against my own evolving life. So much change. So much hope. So much shifting sand. But with all the movement the idea of light and life and happiness to come.
It reminds me that even when you think things are so bad and are never going to be ok, hope is always there. Whether it's for your nation — or your personal life — the ability to stand up, reach for what you want and be the best you can is something we can all achieve.
My son will be born in the year we elected the first person of color to the highest position in the land. I can't wait to explain that to him someday and see the confusion on his face. I can't wait to see — in my own child — where we have come.
3 comments:
jill, that nailpolish is so...goth. love you guys; love your belly. xo
Amen, after all "Hope is the assurance of things hoped for but not yet seen", no pun intended.
MAD
Watching the inauguration, I felt the same way about my March 4 due date. So proud that my baby will be born just after we put the first African-American family in the White House.
As a half-joke, I told my husband we should do an Obama-themed nursery. I sorta do want a pic of him in here (I now blog and websurf from the baby's room bc it's the most organized place in the house) but I've got to find the right one.
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