Today has been a very long day. Although
there is a crack in the ceiling for women everywhere, I didn’t sleep at all
last night. I tossed and turned and tried desperately to find the words to tell
her when she woke up. How do we explain this to our children? To our daughters?
I watched
the light in my daughter’s eyes last night before she went to sleep. I heard
the excitement in her voice when she asked if she could be President one day. I
could feel the electric energy running through her spine as she sat up when I
told her 44 men have been President and now, maybe, it could be a woman. The
hope was contagious.
She asked
who won after she brushed her teeth this morning and read my face before I
could answer. I told her we’ll continue to love, to be kind, to be accepting. I
told her that her mother and I are raising her to be tolerant and strong, smart
and considerate because the God we believe in feels the same.
I
continuously tell her she could be anything she wants to be, she could do
anything she chooses to do. Women are just as important as men. The sky is the
limit. She asked how people could vote for someone so mean and I mentioned
we're entitled to our own opinions and all have our own moral compass which is true regardless of the decision.
It’s a
sensitive topic, I’m aware, but this election won’t define her. This will
propel her. A strong woman once said, “never doubt that you are valuable and
powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue
and achieve your own dreams” and I couldn’t agree more.
She asked
again if she could still be the President one day and of course she can, if she wants to be. I'll be damned if someone tells her, or any other child, otherwise. Slip into those glass slippers, baby girl, and shatter that glass
ceiling because why settle for one when you can
do both.
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