Today we watched the inauguration of President Barack Obama as a family. We all had moist cheeks. Well, Lily’s moistness came primarily from my milk which sometimes gushes forth at an alarming rate (sometimes I think I'm milk-boarding my baby--and now with a new administration I think that's officially torture!), and she took in the historic day mostly in the form of sweet dreams, but still—she seemed inspired by his call to service and renewal.
Back in November 4th when Obama won the election and I was still pregnant, Stephen told me that knowing our country had chosen Obama made him feel okay about bringing a child into this world. He felt like our country had finally decided to chose hope over fear. As our new president said, “We reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals.” It felt really good knowing that our daughter (it still seems strange to say or write that) will grow up with an African-American as her president. It will just be her norm.
It’s funny—I grew up in a conservative Christian denomination that doesn’t believe that people’s souls go to heaven when they die (rather they “sleep” until the resurrection…it's one of the church's more unpopular doctrines). But when the cameras panned to the Lincoln memorial, I hoped sincerely that the doctrines I was raised with were wrong. I sincerely hope that President Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, and all those who laid the groundwork for this day were looking down from heaven smiling broadly. I can imagine they high-fived and said, “It’s about time.”
I also decided to inaugurate this blog today. I’ve been wanting to start a blog where I can reflect on the journey of motherhood, update friends and family about Lily and how we’re all managing (both funny poop stories and poignant reflections), and just keep a record of this time. I’ve felt my world shift so completely in the last nine months, and especially in the last four weeks since we met our daughter, that I want a space to bear witness. And I know that I’m a truly horrible procrastinator, so an online space with at least the potential for an audience with expectations is a good way to get me to make the time to write.
However, the actual experience of motherhood has been so overwhelming and exhausting so far that I rarely check my email much less spend any time ruminating on anything poopy or poignant. My girl is currently napping on her daddy’s chest though, and miraculously I managed to get a nap this afternoon, so, here goes.
Here’s to new beginnings. New beginnings for our country. And new beginnings here in our little studio in San Francisco. It feels like it’s going to be a very good year.