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It's been an amazing week of change for the nation, for our home, for our girls. We started the week with the girls' first horseback riding lessons. The long-awaited pony time takes place within 2 miles of our house, which is a big bonus. Both girls were thrilled with their time on horseback. I was happy to see the young instructor start out with the basics - safety, catching your horse, prepping your horse and properly putting your horse away.
Tuesday brought great excitement to our house. At the risk of offending family, friends and strangers alike, I'll tell you I've never been so excited about politics. Really. If any of President Obama's promises pan out, I'll be thrilled, but what was most wonderful about the five hours we spent in front of the tube (besides the company and the super scrumptious celebratory pancake breakfast I made) was seeing so many people coming out in support of our new president. And what has been most wonderful about this week is the sense of pride we see throughout our community. There's a repeated theme that goes something like this, "Finally, I can once again be proud to be an American." Watching history in the making was fantastic for all of us as well. The event gave us a lot to talk about, and the girls had nearly five hours of questions, though the questions really haven't stopped.
I was excited, yes, but I got to wondering why I wasn't standing in a suit (like Uncle R.) or crying (like Auntie M.) or having a party (like some of our SMILe friends, though I was coughing and sneezing, so we begged off). I think I figured it out when I recalled friends and family watching the 2008 election coverage telling me, "This country will never elect an African-American." I never felt that way. Maybe it's a generational thing. Maybe it's because, deep down inside, I'm an idealist, and since my parents and (most) teachers raised me to treat people equally, to believe that all people had equal potential, I believed it. Did I have any doubts? Sure. When people said "never," it gave me pause. But as election night drew near, I knew that, given the current political climate and the candidates offered, if Barack Obama didn't win, something was SERIOUSLY wrong with my native land. I'm glad America didn't let me down.
There was another shift at our house this week, too, on the music front. This week the girls had their much-anticipated first violin lesson. E asked for a violin years ago, and this year V chimed in for a "fiddle." Saturday we picked up the rental instruments, and Tuesday we met Mrs. D. The first lesson: how to treat your instrument, how to hold your instrument, how to make a sound that won't send your parents packing these violins back to the rental shop.
Sometimes, change is good.