I believe…

Last week I literally wanted to start digging deep for The Big Top End of Days Bunker and stock up on all the canned food, beef jerky and bottled water. I was not alone. But one week later, tonight was so much different.

When Hillary took the stage facing a sea of American flags waving before her and the stars and stripes behind her I was struck by the contrast from last week. This image alone made it clear that this was about US as opposed to last week with the golden stage with giant letters spelling out TRUMP.

And as Hillary Clinton began to speak, my grand girls called to FaceTime with me.

Girls do you realize just how special this moment is right now? Hillary Clinton is the first women to run for President of the United States as a major party candidate EVER. 

Hazel’s eyes widened. Fallon smiled and then declared that she would be next. Hazel corrected her, after I’M president. Oh sisters!

Tonight this moment made that possibility all the more possible. There are so many more possibilities that can be imagined right now too. Mrs. Clinton shared many of the things that she believed for America, for our daughters and our sons, for us.

I believe America thrives when the middle class thrives
I believe that our economy isn’t working the way it should because our democracy isn’t working the way it should…
I believe American corporations that have gotten so much from our country should be just as patriotic in return…
I believe Wall Street can never, ever be allowed to wreck Main Street again.
I believe in science.
I believe that climate change is real and that we can save our planet while creating millions of good paying clean energy jobs.
I believe that we have millions of hard working immigrants contributing to our economy.

So many statements of what she believes and with each I believe was offered so much more promise and hope for future days come as opposed to the pronouncement of The End of Times that was Mr. Trump’s speech last week. Last week I went to bed nauseated and terrified. Tonight I shall fall asleep happy, hopeful and empowered for my daughters,for my son, for my grand daughters…your future Presidents of the United States…and for all the seeds we plant in this garden that we never get to see…our legacy.

 

finishing the unfinished business

Early in 2000, a young girl living under The Big Top wrote letters to Mr. Gore, Mr. Bush and Mr. Clinton. In the letters she basically announced her intention to run for President of the United States and sincerely asked for advice because in 2000, Gore, Bush and Clinton all were in a position to offer advice. Only one replied. He talked about having a heart to serve the community, doing well in school, keeping up with current national and global events, volunteering in her community and, most of all, Mr. Clinton advised to don’t give up on those dreams.

Mr. Bush and Mr. Gore must be busy running for President., my darling daughter observed.

We still have that letter and while my daughter’s life aspirations have changed, I can’t help but imagine the spark of imagining the impossible becoming possible being ignited then.

Yesterday, in the days and weeks to come, come November and then January 2017, history has it’s eyes on us all. Yesterday was HUGE. You see it, right? Yesterday was a day I never imagined as a little girl simultaneously bored and excited watching 1972 party conventions that there might be a Madame president in my lifetime…until the 2000 election. In 2008, while I wasn’t ready to be with her, I did enjoy watching the glass ceiling getting 18 million cracks in it with the light shining through like never before, filling us all with the hope and the sure knowledge that the path will be a little easier next time.

It hasn’t been easy, no how, no way. It most certainly didn’t get any easier. You all DID  watch that Armageddon-esque shit show in Cleveland last week, and the narcissistic press conferences that have since followed complete with Mike Pence’s WTF did I sign on for look in his eyes. Regardless, I’m with her… for me, for the memory of my great grandmother who once described to me the emotional day when she cast her very first ballot, for my children – my four daughters, for the one who dreamed to be Madame President someday and for my grand girls.

Here we all are and women are finally, truly included in the sequel.

I believe that the rights of women and girls is the unfinished business of the 21st century.

Hillary Clinton – “wife, mom, lawyer, women & kids advocate, FLOAR, FLOTUS, US Senator, SecState, author, dog owner, hair icon, pantsuit aficionado, glass ceiling cracker”…2016 Democrat candidate for President of the United States

 

smiling on the inside

Remember when pundits like cousin Joe declared that Hillary needs to smile because, after all, she just won big on Super Tuesday? That was something because she did do well and she was probably feeling pretty good, as candidates who do well in caucuses and primaries must feel. But really, cousin Joe? Really? Might you want to see jubilant exuberance like say Howard Dean because that certainly was not winning. I don’t know…just as much as I don’t know what to think about any of the choices presented this election cycle but I’m less worried about any of the candidates smiles…male or female…and more about their ability to assume the highest office of this country and effectively LEAD. With the ugly that is so much about this election cycle what is there to smile about, whether they win a state primary or not? Male or female candidate?

Now here’s something you should never tell a woman: Smile. Relax. Calm down. Drink less…I’m not saying it’s a double standard but let me tell some of the people they are not telling to smile…

Bernie Sanders

Ted Cruz

Donald Tru…er…Drumpf.

Or even Grumpy Cat.

…there are plenty to make Hillary smile like her daughter, her grand daughter, when there’s a sale on pant suits. But it’s not just Hillary. It happens to women all the time. I hear women complain that when they are walking down the street men will say ‘SMILE’; which is crazy. Who walks in LA? Nobody. And besides if you did walk around smiling all day people would say ‘wipe that smile off of your face’ You can’t win. You just can’t win.

I’m not against smiling. I think that we all should do it more. Women, men, cats,…Clint Eastwood…all of us. But we should do it on our own terms.

Ellen Degeneres

Ellen Degeneres’ monologue on her show yesterday was absolutely, positively, exactly what I wanted to say.

As for me, I do try to smile…when I feel like smiling. Nothing can direct my day (and those whom I encounter) than when I can look someone in the eye and smile. But seriously, don’t tell me to smile…or to relax…or calm down…or drink less. When I smile, it is on my own terms and now, especially in this phase of my life, it is guaranteed to be genuine and from my heart and soul.

We are so much more than smiles.

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Beautiful? Of course! But so much more. So talented, smart, practical, strong, resilient, creative and quite capable as anyone else…perhaps more so.

And just like the guys, we are smiling on the inside! But if you tell us we should smile….well…

 

 

the misses independent

In spite of the mundane and drudge that is cleaning and organizing The Big Top, it can be fun when I happen upon little treasures like this.

Oh these two youngest daughters in my life!

I probably should thank Jodie for leaving these in the most random of places that I might find a few days after she headed back to school except I know that she gave these photos to Fallon after they took them New Year’s Day. I’ll thank Fallon for leaving them behind to make me smile while I was dusting and vacuuming when I return them to her.

Both of these young ladies are something else. So fiercely independent they are. Then again, so are all the daughters and grand daughters in my life. I’ve always admired the I do what I want quality in all of my girls. I do what I want within reason and parental guidance until they grow up, of course.

I won’t lie though; that same Miss Independent quality my girls possess can be exhausting, frustrating, sometimes a little bit hurtful when they are doing what they want that I don’t want. It’s okay though. It’s part of the process of becoming truly independent. Part of my heart wants them to always be here, always need me, always want to be with me but another part of my heart knows that no matter how independent these Misses (and Mrs.) are I will always have their love…and because of their love that is as strong as their independent streaks, I get to vicariously enjoy so many adventures that I could never, ever imagine. Added bonus: when we are together it is so much sweeter.

Of course, because I am human and a little bit selfish, I can still wish for more face time…something I also wish that I could tell the young mother me when all I wanted was alone time…while on the phone…in the shower…in the bathroom…

My mother told me to be a lady. And for her, that meant be your own person, be independent.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg

a mother daughter look

What can possibly be sweeter than matchy-matchy mother daughter fashions? Except for when the daughter is of certain age where it is more like…

GAWD, MOM! NO!!!

I had that moment when I was in high school. Sure Mommy Dearest wasn’t even 40 when she decided to wear the exact same peasant blouse, jeans and platform sandals but…

GAWD, MOM! NO!!!

Quite possibly almost as mortifying as when she dragged me to protest with her, front and center against Jimmy Carter when he was running for President.

Almost.

Hollie had that moment when I joked that perhaps we could have mother-daughter dresses for her wedding. Moms of daughters, take note. Not funny. No, really. Not funny at all. Especially when your daughter is trying on wedding gowns.

But when they are, oh I don’t know, maybe seven? What can be more awesome than dressing like mom? So awesome that you, the seven year old suggest it and mom agrees because mom is super cool that way.

Oh happy day!

Right?

Um…

Oh Hazel!

Let me remind y’all that THIS was HER idea.