Exercising & Appreciating My Right to Vote & Be a Dad

I can’t ever remember going to the voting polls with my dad.  That’s not to say that it didn’t happen, I just don’t have that memory.  I do remember that voting in my family was understood and taught to me at a very young age that it is a inalienable right and privilege. I also know that I grew up in a strong republican led family as my dad served in the US Navy during  WWII before owning and operating a family business with my mom.  That also meant there was an equally strong vein of capitalism and patriotism under the roof I where I was a child.

Some things change, yet many do not.  I am not a veteran, but do own my own business.  As such I embrace the concept of capitalism but can not say I am more republican or democrat.  At heart I am a Humanitarian American. I was greatly appreciating and exercising my right to vote, especially in such a historic campaign. Additionally comforting to me was my experience to vote along side with my wife and son now 3-3/4 years old.  What this meant was very deep.  That I have the freedom to walk up to a polling booth to cast my vote as to who might be the next leader of our free nation.  Even more so, I was able to do so with my wife who is African American, and a vital educator in our local school district and our son who one day will be able to exercise this same right.

In reflection, I am acting on the wishes, goodwill, suffering and toil of all those family, relatives, fellow country men and woman who faught tirelessly for freedom and democracy.  Not voting would seem to me a crime against all those who have come before me and who will follow after.  Lastly, it is my hope that I am able to reach my son with the importance and magnitude of this day and that every voting year of his life he too will  exercise and appreciate his rights. Perhaps 4 decades from now, my son will reflect back on this day as the moment he engaged in his first vote for the president and how significant it was.