Wednesday, November 05, 2008

To My Daughters

Dear Goldie and Ruby,

Last night was your first Presidential Election. You were oblivious to what was going on except for the fact that the radio in the kitchen was blaring as the T.V. in the family room was set to some boring show that was most definitely NOT SESAME STREET and your parents were each hunched over their respective computer screens frantically clicking that mouse that we never let you touch. Then your Godparents Tia Laurel and Terrell came over and everyone (especially your mother) was tense. We drank a lot of wine and told you repeatedly to BE QUIET ALREADY SO I CAN LISTEN TO A MAN NAMED WOLF.

After a certain amount of parental wine consumption and encouragement, both of you girls were chanting (to the best of your ability) GOBAMA! GOBAMA! and making offerings of Barbies and puzzle pieces to this Obamanite in the TV that was holding your family hostage and apparently also Elmo.

You didn't know what was going on. You don't know how your future was changed for the better last night. You don't know how relieved Mama is. You don't know what this means.

I hope you don't find out for a long, long time my darlings. May you live your life free of worries and full of Barbie dolls and puzzles as long as you may.

Everything is going to be okay.

Love,

Mama

P.S. Daddy said that I made this happen by sheer force of The Mighty Worry.

2 Comments:

Blogger Sabrina said...

I'm a relieved mama too! Gobama! lol

3:31 PM  
Blogger Dawn B said...

Alright now..what happened to your daily posts??? LOL I'm going through withdraw.

12:59 PM  

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