I Shed a Few Tears Last Night

 I had never cried over any election results before, even when my husband lost two elections in his political career. But I shed a few tears last night. 

The results of the election hit me hard. I was cautiously optimistic, certain that our citizens would elect the most qualified person who had viable plans for our country’s future. My heart was heavy as the results were revealed, and I hurt. I hurt for the suffragettes who came before us who fought for the right for women to vote. I hurt for those who hoped that maybe one day, their daughter or granddaughter might break the glass ceiling and become the first woman President. I hurt for women legislators who had to fight to provide equal opportunities for females through legislation such as Title IX. I hurt for parents and educators who encouraged young ladies to be their best, to study hard, and to not be afraid to enter fields that were previously male-dominated. The election of the first woman President in our country would validate for young girls that they, too, could aspire to the highest office in our country. 

It was not to be . .  . again. 

Earlier this summer, I reshared a blog I had written back in 2016 (“Why is It Taking So Long?). I also wrote a short blog (“Our Children are Watching”) because I was so concerned about all the name-calling and misinformation on mainstream and social media. I read tweets from both sides of the aisle; I watched the short snippets that were posted of the candidates speaking at rallies, on podcasts, or in interviews. I was constantly checking my phone for updates. It was exhausting, but I couldn’t or wouldn’t stop. 

I didn’t support Kamala because she is a woman; I loved her message of hope for all of us who call the United States of America our home. I loved her plans to take our country forward and to unite our nation of its divisiveness. I was (almost) convinced that America would make the right choice, and I was so, so hopeful. But I was wrong.

Today, Dan Rather shared a post on Steady, titled “Now What?” He writes, “Let yourself grieve, but don’t surrender to despair.” I am taking his words to heart. We don’t know what the future will hold for us, but as this Native American quote states: We don’t inherit this world from our ancestors. We borrow it from our children.” Let’s work together to make a difference for them. 

I don’t know how many more times I will have the opportunity to vote for our President of the United States. If I live to 100 (!), that’s 7 more chances. Maybe, just maybe, I will see our first woman President.