I’ve been politically minded for a while now. But you already know this about me. I’ll be writing for CafeMom’s The Stir throughout 2012 chronicling my take on the upcoming election. It promises to be a heated year, even when the temperature dips below 32. My first post is up today.
In the spirit of looking forward, I thought it might be fun to first take a look back. Below is the very first post I ever wrote on Dirt & Noise. Reading it reminds me of an essay I had to write for an English exam back in high school. The question was “Remark on the following statement – The more things change, the more they stay the same.“
A friend just gave me a bumper sticker that says 1.20.09. My 4-year old, who can recognize letters and numbers, asked me the meaning of the sticker. Now I make up enough stuff, like what it’s like in heaven and where all the suddenly misplaced toys from the bottom of the toy basket really went. I felt like this was a moment to really explain our values and tell the truth. So I said that the numbers mean the date that George Bush won’t be our president anymore. I should have known from the cartoonish ticker-tape-in-the-brain look on Bird’s face that he wasn’t satisfied with the answer.
He went on to ask why that is so important that I have a sticker with the date on it. Now, I haven’t been shy about bashing Bush and his cronies in front of my children. I at least do it with a happy lilt in my voice. Both boys know that Mommy and Daddy don’t agree with Bush, and we generally leave it at that. Never mind why the boys stomp on the Texas puzzle piece and handle it like it’s been coated in elephant dung when they work on their US map puzzle. Never mind that Bird sees Hummers on the road and says, “Mommy, that guy doesn’t love the earth and he thinks he’s so cool.” Never mind that both boys now point to any house over 2000 square feet and say it’s obnoxious. I can’t imagine where they learned all that crazy liberal chatter.
Anyway, Bird was really on the verge of pestering me for details about Bush so I had to come up with something. I started it after all. It went something like this:
“Mommy and Daddy don’t agree with George Bush.”
“Why not, Mommy?”
“Well, we care more about the earth and other people than George Bush does.”
“What does he like if he doesn’t like the earth and people?”
“He likes to make money. Plus, he made us go to war.”
“What’s a war, Mommy?”
Oh shit. Now Pandora’s box is wide open and consuming me in total Lewis Carroll fashion.
“Well, a war is when soldiers fight each other for what they believe. The president makes the decision to start a war.”
“Why did George Bush make the soldiers fight? Do they use guns? Can we visit a war? Have you ever seen a war? Why are we warring?”
“Never mind about the war. Bush just doesn’t make decisions to help the people in our country. That’s why Mommy and Daddy are going to vote for a new president. Now how about watching some Cyberchase on TV now?”
Yes, I resorted to TV to end the conversation. I started something I couldn’t finish. Clearly I’m not equipped to espouse the virtues of the blue view to a 4-year old. Am I creating political rebels…will my kids become Alex P. Keaton despite my liberal rants?
And lastly, when our nanny came over today, the very first thing my 2-year old said was “We don’t like George Bush.”
At least she said, “I don’t either. That man’s gotta go.”Tweet