We aren’t a politcal family so in the months leading up the United States election we didn’t speak much of it and definitely not in front of the boys. In time though it became very apparent that despite us parents keeping a low key on it, they were getting their information else where. They very much knew who Hillary Clinton was and they absolutely knew who Donald Trump was. Their names would appear in conversations I overheard the boys having or they would bring them up at the dinner table and without expressing our own views, the boys had picked their candidate.
I have three boys, we have a very male dominated household and I was proud of them, beyond proud, that all three of them were routing for a female president. They had zero qualms with girls being in a leadership position, even one with the utmost power.
The night of the election they were excited and nervous and watched a small part of the coverage before bed. I talked to my oldest as he got ready for his bath about how important it was for a woman to be running for President of the United States. I explained to him that there was a time when girls were not allowed to vote at all, that her opinion wasn’t worthy, that it just didn’t count. He was shocked and angry! He started punching pillows and telling me how unfair that was in a way that only a little boy can. It was sweet to see him defend his Great Grandma, his Grandma, his mom, his friends.
The morning after the election I let the boys know the outcome at breakfast. They were sad. I was sad too, but I was was also very proud.
I see hope for the future in their eyes and their hearts.