Today you voted for the first time. I love that our town cheers for all first-time voters an gives out a little American Flag; it is so lovely. It is Women’s History Month and I hope you always have in the back of your mind the fact that women had to fight for the right to vote, and it should never be taken for granted.
This day is super weird, because unbeknownst to me, I was on the ballot. Turns out I signed a paper a little while ago, for what I thought was supporting the Democratic Town Committee, when in fact it turns out, I signed up to run for Democratic Town Committee. So not only did you get to vote, but on your first vote you got to elect your own mother. In addition to that, you have been witness to the very public debate over the school budget and my job. I do not know how things will sort out but right now it looks like I am out of a job, and you and I both know it is not for any reason other than the fact that I am a threat to the man in charge.
I spend a lot of time thinking about how my actions and behavior are interpreted by you and your sibling. Already I see that you have my work ethic and you share my frustration when others are not as capable as you are. I see your leadership skills and I see you lead by example. I also see you striving for perfection and really punishing yourself when you don’t achieve it. Please hear me when I say this, perfect is the enemy of the good.
You my darling girl are a miracle. We have talked about your birth and I honestly believe had you been born in a different country or a decade earlier, one of us would not have made it through the delivery. You are here and you are healthy and smart and talented and beautiful. You are kind and curious, you are pure light made of stardust and there is nothing in this world that can change that.
On this day, when you cast your first ballot and you are hurtling towards adulthood and a future beyond your mom and dad’s house, know how proud we all are of you and how loved you are today and every day.
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