On Coloring

Tonight I was sitting at the table eating dinner, and watching my kids play on the floor.

Small son was coloring in Little Misses "Dora" coloring book with a set of colored pencils he found in the back of my truck tonight. They were both sitting on the floor.

Small Son said, here Sissy, let me show you, and I looked up, and saw two small heads bent over a coloring book, lost in it. Little Miss's curls were pulled up in pony tail, and she looked like a model from an 1800's miniature painting. Small son's head was bent in such a way he looked so much like my dad.

I felt myself gasp. The sheer joy of watching them grow and become the children they are becoming overtook me for a moment.

Someday, maybe I will understand why I was chosen to be their mother.

A little while later, my phone rang.

It was Moveon.org. Because I signed up for everything I could find the other day for volunteer opportunities for Barack Obama, they want me to come to a meeting this week to become a volunteer to help get people registered to vote. I said yes.

I need to take Small Son with me. He has been asking me about Barack Obama, every time he sees him on TV.

Who is he? Is he is a good guy or a bad guy?

It's funny how 5 years old's break everything down into "good and bad", but right now, that is sort of how it is, so I think now is the perfect chance to give him a lesson about how the country works.

I don't think he is too young to begin to understand the political system. Hubby and I talked about it tonight, and he is in agreement with me on this.

So, this week, Small Son and I will go to a meeting at Moveon.org and then get out there and cause some damage.

I'm a life long card carrying democrat, and hopefully my son will be as well.

Peace,

OC