I always felt profoundly comforted when each of our boys learned to walk. There was something about them transitioning from quadruped to biped, enacting in miniature the whole long, primal story of human evolution. It made me think everything was going to be all right.
Last Tuesday, for the first time, each of our boys could vote. We were all watching the returns separately, but had a group text going.
“Still tight everywhere!!”
“CNN. I hate their touch screens so much.”
“I changed my mind and voted here. Swing state.”
“So crazy how all the Republican Senators are old white men.”
“Pop champagne for Barack campaign!”
When your kids learn to walk, you feel like you’ve grown a human. When they vote, you feel like you’ve grown a citizen.