
The other day I was in my bedroom folding laundry during the historic Presidential Inauguration. Kennedy was in her room playing with her toys- and she walks in my room with her arms completely full of "My Little Pony's" and the moment kind of went like this...
Kenna: "Hey Mom."
Me: "Hi."
Kenna: "That's Obama. He has pretty brown skin like me."
Me: (Completely stunned...what the?! How the heck does she know who Obama is at three?! I don't remember ever sitting her down and explaining who he is to her...and how amazing is my child that she is observant enough to know something so smart. :)- and how interesting that she was commenting on his pretty brown skin....)
Kenna: "First I thought he was Cinderella's Prince."
Me: (Huh?! What the?! I must admit he is a good looking guy- but where would she get Cinderella's Prince from?..then I remember that we just watched the "Brandy" version of Cinderella...ya...I guess if you put him in tights and had him singing opera and dancing at random moments... I guess I can see the resemblance...)
Kenna: "But he's not. He's just the President. He's just The Rock Obama.
Me: (Wow.......all the while chuckling that she called him The Rock Obama. My kid is amazing.)
Obama might not have been my first choice. But I have to say- all political opinions aside. It was a neat moment for me to watch the Inauguration as the first black President was sworn in. I love how most of the country seems to feel on fire. Whether or not they like Obama- the magnitude of the situation is awesome. I loved in His speech when he was talking about how 60 years ago his father might have been refused at the local restaurants because of his skin color- and now his son was being sworn in as the President of the United States. It was powerful to me having it fall so close to Martin Luther King Day- and focusing on just how far we have come as a nation in breaking the walls of racial prejudice and misunderstanding. It was awesome to have my beautiful black daughter come in and sit on my lap and see the President of US and say-"He has pretty brown skin like me." and know that as she grows up she will have many more opportunities to see people that look like her in prominent positions and with higher educations. So much more than even when I was younger. That makes me happy for her. And proud of how far we have come. Very cool.
