Before Christmas, K and I had an ultrasound and we found out that this here fetus is going to be a girl child. Of course, we weren’t sure before the doctor announced it, and while waiting in the lobby before the appointment we made a bet. I guessed our child would be a girl, K thought it would be a boy. The winner received rights to raise the child aligned with his/her political party for the first year.
She’s a Democrat from the moment of her birth until 365 days after. No weepublican onesie. No Mitt anything. And while I can’t outlaw elephants in general, I can prevent the GOP collateral that seems to be creeping into my house a few days before the Florida primary.
As I was shopping for cute Big D baby clothes (and oh! there are a lot to chose from: thank you cafe press), I realized that I’m not in charge of turning this baby into a future Democrat as much as I am in charge of turning her into an informed, compassionate, knowledgable voter. She’s going to be around a lot of political stuff growing up – both sides of the same coin. It’s going to be an interesting tight rope here… what with her father glorifying the choices he makes, and me heralding the choices I make.
Here’s hoping we raise a brave woman, who votes in every election. I hope she can stand up to both her parents and follow her own ideals. Secretly (or not so secretly), I really really hope we’ll have our politics in common.