The election is over. The people have spoken. At least the people who attend the Electoral College. Wherever that is.
It’s time to accept and move on. This is life. You can’t always get what you want.
I have learned so much from this election. Most importantly, people are cray to the Z.
A lot have people have asked me what I’m going to tell my children. I don’t generally discuss politics with my kids. Because they’re freaking kids. So I found it odd that so many people were so concerned about what I was going to say to them.
I’m going to tell them what I’ve always told them. I love you and accept you no matter what. Not everyone in your life will love and accept you just the way you are. But I will. Always. No matter who is president.
I told them we have a new president. I explained the electoral college. How our forefathers didn’t think the average person was smart enough to vote. How women didn’t even have the right to vote back then.
I explained that even when the person you didn’t want to win wins, you accept it and move on. When the person you wanted to win wins, you accept it and move on. Everyone doesn’t always get a trophy. A snack maybe. But not a trophy.
I told them that we live in the greatest country in the world and we’re lucky to have the right to vote. We’re lucky to have the freedom of religion. The freedom of speech. The freedom to be who they want to be.
I told them that they need to always choose kind. They need to treat others with respect. Sometimes you have to agree to disagree. You have to be mindful and have empathy for your fellow Americans who may think, feel, look, different than you.
I told them that everything is going to be okay. Because it will be. And I really believe that.
I’m not going to tell them they should be scared. I don’t want them to worry. And I am here to protect them. I have hope.
I also told them that if they ever walk out of a class that I’m paying for to protest something, they will have their father’s wooden spoon to answer to. And if they ever burn a flag or put a police officer’s life in danger by protesting something, they’ll have my wooden spoon to answer to.
The only man with power they care about right now is Santa Clause. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I will continue to teach my kids right from wrong. I will continue to teach them to respect people who have different views from their own.
That’s the beauty of this country. You get to rock your vote any way you see fit. The only people that are to blame are the ones who sat on their asses and didn’t vote.
The real tragedy in all of this is that Facebook was unreadable for a couple of days. People can be so mean. I can’t believe all of the hate. All of the sudden people who I thought were loving and accepting of everyone seem so different to me. Behind their keyboards.
In the immortal words of Salt N Pepa,
“Opinions are like assholes and everybody’s got one.”
I want the old Facebook back. I want to know what people are making for dinner again. I want to see pics of kids report cards. I want to question whether or not to type Amen in the comments to receive a miracle. I miss the way things were.
It’s time to make Facebook great again. It’s time to make Facebook the way it used to be. It’s time to make Facebook a place where everyone feels safe. A place people supported by one another. It’s time to heal. It’s time. It’s just freaking time.
Check me out on WGN Morning News!