Probably the only thing the girls will remember about last night is that they heard fireworks in the street. The rockets went off just as we got out of the car, arriving home from the library. "Fiya-wuks," said Jules as she clutched a new library book in her hand. "Wow," said Sydney.
We tried to keep Sydney awake last night to watch part of Obama's speech, but the lingering effects of daylight savings time wore her down, and she fell fast asleep.
Not that she would have known what it was about anyway. We don't talk politics with her; she doesn't know what or who the President is; she knows about elephants and donkeys, and that's where her knowledge of civics ends.
Someday she'll understand why this election was historically important, but she'll understand it in a completely different way than I do. And quite honestly, as someone who has endured only minor prejudices, and certainly not on any life-changing level, my understanding is limited as well.
What I do understand is that a generation ago, we were a nation even more divided than we are now. A generation ago, what happened last night would have been impossible. I was proud to be an American last night, even though it wasn't one of my votes that propelled Obama to victory. My eyes welled up as I thought how emotionally poignant the moment must be for him, and how his grandmother didn't live to see it. That is a bittersweet ending indeed.
Obama has a tough road ahead of him, as would anyone who steps into the role of President in January. Nevertheless, he got this far, and I'm hopeful for the change he'll bring. I know I won't agree with everything he does, or all the policies he creates, but I'm still thrilled to live in a country that will soon have its very first black President.
That is nothing short of amazing.

Stephanie,
We probably talk too much politics in front of the kids. Luke at 6 said he would vote for Obama because he was cool and he liked the way he looked. Isabela at 4 said she'd vote for McCain because he looked like granpa and that Governor is beautiful!
This morning when I told them Obama had won, Luke jumped up and down with much hoopla. Isabela was very excited because she thought we were moving into the White House with them.
When I tried to explain why this election was historic, they seemed puzzled. Luke said actually mom, he's not black, he's kind of a brownish red color. I was so pleased they had no clue. I'm so hoping they'll never have to get it.
Posted by: Alida | Wednesday, November 05, 2008 at 05:14 PM
It is amazing. My dad was delighted. At 80, he didn't think he would live to see this moment.
Posted by: Margaret | Wednesday, November 05, 2008 at 07:51 PM
Thanks for being able to realize the moment for what it is. I am disappointed by so many who would rather rant over loss than realize the amazing history they have the opportunity to witness. Yes, I would be even happier if we shared more similar views, but even so I am proud to see equality finally reach the summit. Today, as much as ever, I am proud to be an American.
Posted by: Katie | Wednesday, November 05, 2008 at 08:55 PM
That was a beautiful reflection, Stephanie. I have been so tired of hearing people on both sides of the parties bashing the other, and was refreshed to read this. Even though I didn't vote for Obama either, it is exciting to see how far our nation has come!
Posted by: Alison | Thursday, November 06, 2008 at 01:35 PM