by Claire
Politics stress me out. I will offer you an opinion on almost anything, except politics. I attribute this to growing up with much older siblings who were (and still are) bitterly divided on politics. My parents have very strong opinions as well and so somehow along the way I decided to only share my politics with the voting booth. I DO vote in every election so please don’t think me apathetic, but when it comes to voicing my opinion I just do not go there. This reality has earned me the funny reputation of “Political Pat.” Do you remember Pat from Saturday Night Live? We didn’t know if Pat was male or female and the material for comedy was just great! My very political charged family members and friends have taken to seeing me as the political version of that androgynous character.
At my 40th birthday party last year, my Mom brought a scrapbook with various keepsakes from my childhood. One of them was an essay I wrote in October 1980. I had just turned 8 years old. It was a report on voting as we were learning all about the election that year. The entire thing screams of “Hey! You have your views! I’ll have mine! No need to yell about them!” I closed with “And so I incurage (sic) everyone to vote! Vote for Reagan or Vote for Carter! Just vote!” My friends really could not stop laughing that even in the 2nd grade I was “Political Pat!”
Fast forward to this election and I find myself living with two very politically aware children. The last month has been brutal for me as they regularly bring up politics (national, state and local) and just want to discuss. The kids were both undecided on many races so the conversation was one of information gathering for them. I was blown away though by their awareness and like to think I stepped up to the challenge of at least a good dialogue about politics. I did take DD with me to the voting booth for the experience and the lesson.
It all came to an entertaining end last night as we drove home from DD’s first basketball practice and the radio had results information. She asks me if I was born in the United States and if I am a citizen. She tells me she knows I’m old enough to be President and she thinks it will help that I am a lawyer. She even said I might be good at the job. But the best part of this conversation was when she said “and if you’re the President that means I’d be famous and I’d definitely be good at that!”
Now please don’t go turn this fun story into a platform for political discussions! I share to make you laugh!
