Sis has long thought that President Obama was a personal friend of ours. On Election Day, she was convinced he was going to call us. And now, she wants to go visit. During the Inauguration, she kept saying, "I want to go see Obama at his white house." And the emphasis was similar to if he had lived in, say, a gray house. Not "WhiteHouse" the way adults refer to it, but "white house." Two distinct and separate words. She wanted to know if he had pets--a dog--like Gommie? No, not a pug. She was intrigued that he has two kids--"just like you!"
So she wants to go tomorrow. I said we would plan a trip to D.C. eventually, especially because there are panda bears there. "Obama has a pet panda bear?" Bud chimed in. Well, if he's president and it's the National Zoo, is he nominally in charge? "No, hon, the zoo has the pandas." Bud was a little less focused on Obama--"Mom, is he the guy in the necktie?" Um, well, yes, one of them. "Does he have black hair?" Yes, yes, he does (and I imagine most of the others were gray). "Look he has a white shirt. It matches his house."
"Is he even in charge of Texas?" Bud asked. Yes, even Texas. Even if they don't want him to be (except Gommie and Pop, Banana and Soccer).
Showing posts with label inauguration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inauguration. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Obamalicious!
We just talked to Gommie and Pop, who are toasting champagne down in Houston. There, rare democrats in a conservative Bush stronghold, they have found the last eight years hard to stomach and deserve a litte liberal celebration. Gommie cried as she spoke to Sis and told her she can be proud to be an American today. Sis just giggled and told Gommie she was feeling "Obamalicious" here on "Obama Day," inspired by the book Pinkalicious, about a girl who loved (and then turned) pink, which Gommie gave her for Christmas. Bud joined in chanting "Obamalicious! Obamalicious!" Happy Obama Day!
"I'm Too Excited to Eat Cookies"
Sis, Bud, and I just finished watching the Inauguration, sitting on my bed, eating cookies. Though, Sis said, "I'm too excited to eat cookies" and put hers back in the bag. Bud ate his (and some of hers), admiring Aretha Franklin and John Williams's "Air and Simple Gifts" with Yo-Yo Ma and Itzhak Pearlman. I cried the whole time, which surprised the kids and discomfited them somewhat, even though I explained that they were happy tears.
"Why, Mommy?"
Because this inauguration means you can do anything, be anything. Even though you are bi-racial. Even though you have two mommies.
Because, even though we still have severe problems, we now have hope again, we now have faith again, and pride and trust, all the things we had lost over the last eight years.
Because this is the possibility, the promise, of the world that I wanted for you when you were born. I was pregnant at the start of Bush's second term and I remember telling Mama, discouraged, that I couldn't imagine what we were thinking bringing children into that world. She reassured me that children were proof of our hope, our contribution to the creation of the world we want.
Here it is, Bud and Sis: a new start for the world we want, a world that won't reject you because of your face or your parents, a world where anything can happen, a world where we take better care of each other and our planet, a world just like the one described in your favorite book, Can You Say Peace?, a world just like the one described by President Obama (though, I don't think you were listening by then). And we're all going to build it together. That's why we left school early; that's why we rushed home; that's why we ate cookies on my bed; that's why we weren't watching your favorite shows. I didn't want you to miss the beginning.
So let's eat those cookies and celebrate!
"Why, Mommy?"
Because this inauguration means you can do anything, be anything. Even though you are bi-racial. Even though you have two mommies.
Because, even though we still have severe problems, we now have hope again, we now have faith again, and pride and trust, all the things we had lost over the last eight years.
Because this is the possibility, the promise, of the world that I wanted for you when you were born. I was pregnant at the start of Bush's second term and I remember telling Mama, discouraged, that I couldn't imagine what we were thinking bringing children into that world. She reassured me that children were proof of our hope, our contribution to the creation of the world we want.
Here it is, Bud and Sis: a new start for the world we want, a world that won't reject you because of your face or your parents, a world where anything can happen, a world where we take better care of each other and our planet, a world just like the one described in your favorite book, Can You Say Peace?, a world just like the one described by President Obama (though, I don't think you were listening by then). And we're all going to build it together. That's why we left school early; that's why we rushed home; that's why we ate cookies on my bed; that's why we weren't watching your favorite shows. I didn't want you to miss the beginning.
So let's eat those cookies and celebrate!
Not Live Blogging the Inauguration
The kids had a snow delay this morning, which means I didn't get my planned 2 1/2 hours of inauguration viewing this morning. Instead, we played this morning and made cornbread, then went to school. I picked up some red and white (no blue) cookies for our Obama party and came home, which gave me about 40 minutes to watch coverage and talk to my mom who is absolutely thrilled. Now it's time to rush off to pick them up and beat it home so hopefully we can see the swearing in and the speech. Sis is excited and wants to go see Obama at his White House. Bud just likes to have the tv on (even if Obama is not Caillou!).
Okay, start your engines, here I go . . . . but I'm taping it just in case. But live is better.
Okay, start your engines, here I go . . . . but I'm taping it just in case. But live is better.
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