I am writing from bed, because The Boy called out for his mommy. This is not unusual, but what is unusual is that I sit here with my laptop, watching the election unfold before my eyes. As I watch, I am reminded of the following video...
... and the hope it inspired in millions of Americans. The video still brings tears to my eyes.
What really makes the tears roll? The fact that history has been made, and I can look my mixed race child in the eye as he grows up and say, "yes, you can. You CAN be President of the United States of America." I can say it not based on hope, but based on history. I look at him and see a future with unlimited opportunity. I see another ceiling shattered...a wall torn down. I see The Dream alive AND attainable.
Yes, we can.
Yes, we did.
Now what are we going to do about it?
How are we going to continue to engage the masses of new voters that were compelled enough to show up at the polls.
How are we going to unite a deeply divided and wounded populous?
Those questions will shake out in the end. I still believe we are in for more pain before we recover as a country, but for one night (and maybe an extra day), I see nothing but a future filled with opportunity.
And for now... a lot of tears.
I'll be cross-posting this on Life on Both Sides of the Pond. It only seems appropriate.