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Our Election Day

If you've been reading for the last couple of months, you know that Elections matter in our house. We get really interested in them. Papa-Bug is a former Political Science major and at some point his interest and enthusiasm for political things rubbed off on me. Now we are rubbing that passion into our kids.

Brother-Bug looking over a ballot during breakfast.

Election day dawns. We live in a Vote By Mail state, but our family fills out our ballots on Election Day. We drive to the County Election Office and the kids put the ballots in the ballot box.

Dropping our ballots - Sister-Bug is still in her Halloween costume...

 

At 9 days old, this was Baby-Bug's first trip into the outside world. He wore an Obama button on his tiny hat and slept through the whole thing.

After we vote we go out for brunch. Papa-Bug wears a stars-and-stripes tie. We listen to John Philip Sousa. We talk with the kids about how lucky we are to live in a time and place where voting is a right and privilege. We talk about how this was not always the case for everyone.

In our homeschooling, Election Day has had lots of different projects. We've learned vocabulary, geography, and lots of math. Brother-Bug adores the Electoral Map apps on the iPad and will sit up if he can't sleep, making predictions, reading op-ed pieces, and contemplating past electoral maps. He figured out point spread himself and talked rationally about if Hurricane Sandy would effect the election and did we think it might give Obama “a little bump”. Truly. The child's brain seems to be built for this.

So we made him an election. I solicited participants from my Facebook friends. Each “voter” was to send in a ballot (self-written) voting for their favorite of three candies – Halloween bringing candy to the forefront of our consciousness recently. Ballots were mailed in. We collected them in a ballot box we made. Yesterday, while Papa-Bug and I waited tensely for polls to close, we opened our candy ballots and counted them.

Counting ballots and tallying votes.

We counted each stack and made a simple bar graph to chart our progress.We gave Brother-Bug colored tiles in three colors and he made a stack for each kind of candy. We were voting between Skittles, Candy Corn, and M&Ms, each voter casting one ballot for their favorite.

Making the bar graph.

 

It was a tight race. We almost had to recount, but in the end, M&Ms pulled out a narrow one vote victory.

It was a really fun project (and nicely diverting for tense parents). I think that it got the idea of voting and how that works in an effective way. A few ballots are still in the mail, so the lesson will go on as we talk about what happens if you don't vote on time!

But that was a prelude to Election Night. We ordered pizza and got root beer (a rare treat for our kids). We watched PBS, the live maps on Politico, Facebook, and Twitter. Brother-Bug had his own US map to color as states were called for each candidate. At first, as the certain and easy-to-count states were called and the middle of his map turned red, my little Democrat's ire began to rise. But we showed him the swing states and gave him a list of those to track which made him feel better. He celebrated hugely with each new blue state and enthusiastically swigged his root beer.

Oklahoma goes red. Not surprising, but still a little disappointing to Brother-Bug.

Sister-Bug and I dozed off earlier than Papa- & Brother-Bug. I raised my lids for Obama's acceptance speech, but Brother-Bug was awake for the whole thing. He used his blue marker to write VOTE up and down his arm. When President Obama thanked the volunteers and anyone else who helped in the campaign, Brother-Bug glowed with pride because of the $9 he donated.

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I am deeply glad for many reasons this morning; there are more women in Congress than ever before; we have a President I believe will do the best job possible; local elections went well for my wishes. And most importantly Marriage Equality passed in three states and Minnesota defeated a definition of marriage measure,

And I am so glad that my little guy had such an empowering experience. Our system of democracy may have deep fissures and flaws, but it is by participation that we can make a difference. And people who feel good, who feel empowered, are more likely to raise their voice, or fill out a ballot, and make the changes happen. I'm deeply happy that Brother-Bug is joining the ranks of empowered citizens.

 

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Go Vote!

I've posted a couple of times about Brother-Bug's gender flexibility. I don't have any idea where and when he might discover his orientation, and how these adventures might manifest as a part of his life. I don't know if he will date girls, boys, or both…though recently he did wistfully remark that he wanted to dress up like Elton John…

I care about his orientation the same way I care about his eventual career or vocation. I want him to be fulfilled and happy and feel whole in his decisions. I want him to be a good person and do something that makes the world more beautiful. I want him to know the amazing love that comes when you find someone you want to share your world with, the way I love his Papa-Bug, and I want him to have a family if he wants to go down that road.

Tomorrow is Election Day. Tomorrow we follow my son's instructional photo and

VOTE!

 

VOTE!

I didn't think I would feel so strongly about the issue of marriage equality, but then I read this article. And I realized that my vote, and your vote, is about whether or not my son might someday be a second class citizen. Will we vote in the President who wants my son to have the same rights as his Papa and I have regardless of the person he is? Or will we make the decision to tell our LGBTQ friends and family, and possibly Brother-Bug, that they don't deserve the same rights as the rest of us?

There are lots of reasons to vote, and specifically to vote for Barak Obama. But this is my issue this year. I want to go to my friends' wedding…and someday I hope to go to my son's wedding regardless of who he loves and wants to marry.

Another group of kids who will be affected by this election? Kids who are in families who are denied the right to marriage. Read this letter from a ten-year old to President Obama, then read this piece that contains the President's response. How can anyone not support this child's family and the love inherent in it?

So go get your ballot. Vote for equality. Vote for our children's future, especially our queer children. Please.

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Want more reasons and voting inspiration? Read this, by Papa-Bug!

 

A Question of Dignity

This is ridiculous. I generally try to keep the political off this blog, but since this is a blog about my life-choice to stay at home with my kids…

I don’t want the “dignity of work”, Mr. Romney. I do work – 12, 16, 18 hours a day. A lot if my job is undignified – scrubbing the toilet, begging and bribing a five-year old to clean up, or chasing a toddler around playing growling bear are not “dignified” activities.

I have made a choice for me and my family. This choice means I earn no Social Security, no 401k, I am reliant on my husband’s sick leave and health insurance. I have chosen to live at a lower income level, by a full-time adult salary, because I love my work and I believe that what I am doing is important.

This has nothing to do with access to day care. There are many wonderful and qualified and affordable day care options in my area. This has nothing to do with my ability to find work. I have a college degree, I am credentialed in a couple of fields, and would be willing to put my shoulder to the wheel.

I’m an educated, liberal, feminist. I’m not making this choice out of a religious or similar bias, though many women do and should be able to. I know many women like myself who believe deeply in having a parent at home. I know many employed women who envy my ability to stay home and who wish they could afford to “not work”. I know many working women who love their jobs and for whom staying home would cause frustration and boredom. I know many women who struggle daily to do what they believe is best for their families, regardless of their state of employment.

I don’t need “a job” and I don’t need the “dignity of work”. I love what I do and I have plenty of work, thank you Mr. Romney.

Mothers (parents) – those who stay home or those who work – need their lives and the choices they make in those lives to be supported. We do not need anyone, least of all some rich and smarmy politician, to treat our lives like they are not worth anything unless we are gainfully employed by the economic machine. That is an indignity, Mr. Romney. We do not need anyone pushing some “work requirement” upon us, making lives already difficult even more so. I do believe that I am living my life, celebrating my freedom, and pursuing that which makes me happy…and don’t you dare try to take that away from me. I’m not putting my two-year old in day care, even of you foot the bill. How dare you treat my life choice as something undignified?

I – and parents making hard choices every day, all over this country of ours – need the awesome work we do, raising and caring for the future voters of America, to be treated with dignity.

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Update: I do realize that this quote is a snippet and lacks broader context. I also realize that Romney is not actually talking about me. He’s talking about poor women who utilize the welfare system. For the record, I don’t think that I am any different, better, or more deserving than any other woman who is also making tough decisions for her family. I believe that everyone deserves the dignity of choice – and that means not being forced to work OR forced to stay home. I believe that people should be treated equally and that an attack on a family on welfare is an attack on my family.