Like everyone out there, I am beyond tired of the political flyers that fill my mailbox, the commercials that squeeze out standard product placement ads, and the robo-calls that haunt the solitude I seek within the walls of my home. Living in Colorado has been far from peaceful since August. Colorado is considered a “swing state”; we could go either way and the results of this campaign could have a significant impact over which party controls the Senate. The attack ads, finger pointing, and incessant nastiness make it difficult to sift through the mud-slinging and decipher the truth, leaving me with the taste of bile in my mouth. I often wonder what our Founding Fathers would think if they were able to step into the TARDIS and visit our world today. More often, though, I think about the women who fought for my right to vote and I recommit myself to not wasting their efforts.
A couple of years ago, I wrote a post about my daughter’s first voting experience. In it, I share the photos and history of the women who came before me and my mother, the women to whom I owe a very large debt of gratitude and whose story should never be forgotten. As the mother of 2 girls, I have been determined to share with them the history of the women who voted before them, the story of their great-grandmother and so many other women who fought to earn that right for themselves and for women they would never meet but whose lives would be changed because they were finally allowed a right once reserved for men. I have been determined to teach them about the responsibility they have to vote; to become informed, make their voice heard, and not be discouraged by the media predictions or contentious campaign drivel. And, as always, I am determined to teach by example.
I’ve said it once, and I will say it again, I will not waste my chance to be heard. What will you teach today?