Obama won. And for the first time in many years, I feel really proud to be an American. I've always been proud...but this time it's different. It's not a defensive pride, as it was in the wake of 9/11. It is not a blind pride, as it was when I was a kid and thought our country was impervious to just about everything. Now, I just appreciate what it means to be an American. Yes, our country's kind of in the shitter. But it's also full of amazing idealism and integrity like no where else, and those two things will help our country rebound under the direction of a new president--one who does not set himself apart or above other Americans. I am proud to have voted for Obama. Yes we could, and yes we did.
In the meantime, I've got this funny life that I live with two kids, an amazing guy, and two dogs. I sometimes feel a disconnect from some of my girlfriends. I'm out of synch in a way, since I had my children either way after or way before some of them became moms. I've carved my own niche and have become close to a couple of moms whose children are the same age as mine. And my friend Mary and I were clearly related in a past life. I feel so blessed to be friends with her now. But as for some of my closest friends with kids, right now I get to enjoy their new babies and toddlers, wondering how those years went by so quickly with my own kids--and how on earth I ever did it by myself for almost three years.
I gotta say, though, it's pretty freakin' nice to be out of the diaper and baby-gate stage...