My children, both of them, are seemingly incapable of turning over in bed without bonking their heads against the headboard or the wall. Several times a night I hear the rustle-rustle of a child shifting position, and then a big CLONK. I always tense up, waiting for the wail, but they never wake up or cry. I do supply them with pillows, and their beds are sufficiently roomy, so I'm not sure what's with all the skull-bashing. I suppose it does prove that I have extremely hard-headed daughters; something that I've already figured out the hard way anyway.
When they called Pennsylvania, I knew. When they called Ohio, I knew for sure. But I still got chills up and down my spine when they called it for good. And I have tears in my eyes every time I think of his speech. Last night, I attempted to explain to Mallory why this was such a big deal. (This was after a rather undignified few minutes during which she, Phoebe and I danced around the living room chanting Go-bama, Go-bama!) I tried to explain that not so many years ago, black people couldn't even vote, much less become president. She looked at me in great perplexity. She didn't get it. She didn't get racial prejudice. And now...well, it's not that I believe for a second that she and Phoebe will grow up in a world where prejudice doesn't exist. But they do live in a country where, for one election, it was transcended. This is their world now, and their history being made, and I...I'm just elated.
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