The Wisdom of a 7 Year Old
Excuse me, 7 1/2 year old. I’m told the half is very important.
This past weekend we had Little Man and Saturday night’s dinner conversation somehow turned to the presidential race because Election Day occurs a week after Little Man’s 8th birthday. Here’s pretty much how the convo went, paraphrasing a bit.
Little Man: And then after my birthday, we elect the first woman president.
Q: Well, we hope to elect the first woman president. There is someone running against her.
Little Man: Is he the guy who yells all the time?
Q: Yep. Not everyone likes him, but not everyone likes Hillary, the woman who is running against him. The same thing happened with Obama.
Little Man: Obama is our president now.
Me: You’re right, and he was our first ever black President. It’s a big deal for him and for Hillary because women and black people didn’t always have the right to vote.
Little Man: That’s not fair. Why?
Me: Because a long time ago white men thought they were the only ones who had the intelligence and ability to make decisions.
Little Man: Well that’s just silly.
Oh the wisdom of a 7 1/2 year old.
On a related note, I was incredibly surprised how moved I was last night when Hillary’s nomination became official. I don’t talk about politics often and have tried to keep a lot of the noise and media rants out of my head the past few weeks, but between Michelle Obama’s speech on Monday night and the official nomination last night, I have found myself tearing up on more than a few occasions. I think it’s because I see the perspective of the very special 7 1/2 year old little boy who doesn’t even question a woman being president and the prospect that I could someday have a little girl of my own that could change the world when she grows up now that this barrier has been broken. Whatever your politics and where you stand on the issues, it’s an amazing thing to see happen, no matter the outcome.