My daughter stood in a long line this morning to vote at her West Harlem neighborhood polling booth. She said she was tearing up, as she started texting me and sending me photos. This little girl said to her: “I’m voting for my family.” Her Mom told her, “That’s what we’re doing here, voting for our family, for sure.”
My daughter said she expected to wait at least an hour in line to vote, but “all these New Yorkers are, like, smiling at each other.”
She’s voting for my family. And for our future. I remember a favorite song of my sister’s during the heyday of her generation. It was by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young: Teach Your Children. I’ve taught my children well. They all voted this year for American values and principles deeply held.
You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good-bye.
Teach your children well,