So the election is over. I’m not happy, but as you know, author’s that want to be well known don’t talk politics. So that will be all I say about that.
Instead, I’m going to tell a story. This was my oldest son’s first time voting and he was so excited. He proudly told our entire family that he was a registered voter and I beamed with pride too.
I took him to vote for his first time, and I’m glad I did! His name wasn’t in their little binder (neither was mine) so he had to go to a special table to have his info called in. I was told that I should have been in their little binder and it was probably a mistake by the computer. His registration was too new to make said little binder.
So we finally got everything settled and standing voting booth by voting booth, we made our selections. He tried to play embarrassed when I announced he was a first time voter, lol. They had granola bars or something for first timers. And once we were done, a helpful aide took our picture (75 feet away from the polling place).
We all know the results, I’m not going to bitch about it or anything. I’m just still proud of my son. He didn’t despair that his vote ‘didn’t count’, he was outraged by the electoral college votes and he was ready to get out and fight for 2020.
I know I did a lot of things wrong with my kids, but at times like this, they show me what I’ve done right.