We'll Make History

Greetings! Time to dust off the cobwebs from this blog, ignore the pregnant pause I left behind with that last post, and type about something else entirely.

On Tuesday night, I got home after having cast my vote, and turned on the tube for a multi-hour bombardment of punditry. MLW came home a short time later, and was soon similarly encamped, with laptop open to keep up with the lastest Internet snark.

The mini-bg, however, was less than enthralled, and demanded near-constant entertainment in the form of Candy Land, Operation, puzzle building, and a plethora of other emphemera. When bedtime rolled around, both MLW and I were more than ready to get the toddler tucked in.

But as we headed up the stairs, I had a thought. MLW and I both wanted to watch as much of the coverage as possible, because we were both fully aware that there was a pretty good chance that we would be watching history unfold. But our daughter will only understand the night's signficance in hindsight. To her, it won't be groundbreaking to watch a black man be elected president; she won't fully understand the sea change our country had to go through (and is still going through) in order him to get there. She won't know a world in which this wasn't possible--she'll just accept that it is.

I had many reasons for being happy on Tuesday, but that thought was probably the best reason of all.