I'm keeping Boo home from school tomorrow so we can watch the inauguration. I know she's only 4 and will probably drive me nuts begging to watch Blue's Clues or *shudder* Lazy Town, but I want her to see this, to witness this event. I want her to see an African American inaugurated as our next President.
Mostly what I want is for her to think it's not a big deal, that by the time she's old enough to understand politics, a black man being inaugurated will seem commonplace. That anyone, literally anyone, can be President - man, woman, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, green, whatever. That this will be the new normal.
I am giddy about tomorrow. I know that Obama is going to have a very tough road ahead of him, that this country is well and truly fucked in so many ways and that he can't do it all, but in spite of all of this, I still have hope, still have faith that things will change for the better now, that things will improve and that we can recover as a country, as one country, and hopefully as a country that isn't so radically divided politically.
I remember when Michelle Obama was slammed for making a speech when she said she was finally proud to be an American. Today, on the eve of this historic event, I'm feeling the same way. I'm feeling proud of this country. But mostly I'm feeling a hope that I haven't felt in years, hope instead of disgust, hope instead of despair. I feel hope. And that feels wonderful.