Needs more snuggles
My family and I drove north on Friday for a Saturday wedding.
Unfortunately, my seven-year-old, Li’l D, had a high fever, so I wasn’t able to attend the wedding.
Fortunately, I was able to spend all Saturday snuggled with Li’l D. I read up on politics while he alternately giggled and walrus-coughed.
(Also fortunately, my husband took video of my two-year-old lighting up the dance floor, so I was able to enjoy that after the fact.)
Reading stark things while snuggling with my son really brought it home for me: my newfound passion for politics is about love.
My big fear is that Clinton wins tomorrow, and all the people I love go, “Phew, dodged that bullet!” before disengaging from politics for the next four years.
What they perceive as a victory will come at some truly terrible costs, a fact lost to those living in the U.S. government’s carefully constructed echo chamber. (One Denver citizen wrote that anyone not reading WikiLeaks is not an informed voter, and I agree; but from inside the echo chamber, I understand it’s impossible to grasp this while gasping, “But I’ve read dozens of HuffPo articles!” (Guess what? Arianna Huffington’s been gunning for Clinton since 2008.))
If Clinton wins and the people I love go, “Phew, now let’s get to work!” I’ll be happy. Why? Because politics shouldn’t be about celebrating who wins an election.
It should be celebrating how we’ve reached out to each other to make life better for each other, 365 days a year, not just when we want our candidate to get more votes in an election.
Fear makes us hate each other, when “each other” are truly all we have in the world.
Come what may tomorrow, I hope the people I love cast their votes with every intention of loving–and lifting–hard afterward.
Because, you know what? Everyone, every single one of us, needs more snuggles.