If I wasn’t voting before, I am now…
And I was voting, so don’t freak out.
Dan’s out of town this weekend for his birthday so I had to take the little one’s to karate. On the way home, out of no where, got into this heated conversation about Prop 8.
The girls each had their point of view and each expressed their feelings on the matter with such passion. Keep in mind, my daughters are 10, 11 and 15. Most of the emotional commentary came from the younger ones who were SO pissed to even think that it’s even up for debate. I’ve expressed my feelings on the matter, but I don’t push politics down their throats, because the school has been doing a pretty good job of doing that. I had no idea how much they really knew until a McCain/Palin yard sign went up. You would think that someone was burning a cross on the lawn. My kids freaked.
“Mom, please, promise me you’re not voting for McCain!” one begged.
I’m shocked they even know enough about the candidates to even form an opinion. One went intoMcCain’s stand on this, the other attacked that. I was starting to wonder if the Obama fairy was coming to their house and sprinkling magic dust in their cereal.
During the conversation, I started throwing things out there to contradict their views, just to see how they would respond. They stood up to me with vigor! I was so proud of them. How in the hell did they get so smart? Are these really my children? Yes, these very well informed children are my kids. I am floored.
Then. and only then. I hear Shea from the backseat say, “Mom, please don’t let them take the gayness away. If they take the gayness away then Ellen will be sad. I watch her show everyday and she’s happy being gay and if they take that away from her, she will be sad…and we will have to watch a SAD SHOW!”
Now, there…that’s MY child.
Vote no prop 8, because we don’t want Ellen to be sad.