Voting isn't a Privilege it is a Right Exercise it!

After my husband picked me up from the airport, I answered a few emails and then went upstairs to just wind down from a long four days away.

I kissed the kids good night and whispered into their sleeping ears that Mama was home and I loved them.

I went in my room and he had CNN on the television.

Yes, it was all the crazy things that the media would like us to think are important. As if I really care about her clothes more than the fact that I don't believe that she is qualified for the job.

So we are sitting in the bed and having that conversation about voting day. He asked me why I did not vote early.

I told him that I wanted it to be a very special day for the kids.

I can remember my mother taking me and my brother into the voting booth. She would make her choices and we would pull the big grey handle and then the curtain would open.

I always voted.

I did not realize how that one action made a difference in the way that I thought about my rights.

I never thought that I would not vote. I always voted, it was just what you did. It was a time to be heard.

I always believed that that pull on the handle had a profound impact on Washington.

And then my mom would look up and we would say "Thank you". It was never in a voice any louder than what was needed to be audible.

Of course, being the precocious kids we were, we would say "Your Welcome".

And every time her eyes would well up with tears and we would say "Don't cry Mommy we won't do it anymore".

And every year she would say "Don't you dare stop!"

So this year, I am taking my kids into the booth and I am going to let them pull the grey handle and wait for the curtain to open and I am going to look up and say "Thank you".

It is just amazing how things just seem to come full circle.

until we meet again,