Chronicles of a Single Mom #16 – My Political Princess


At some point the spirit of past feminists and political activists have taken over my 9-year-old’s body. She’s always felt some type of way about politics (blame her reporter mommy) but it seems to have come out even more so this presidential election.
Admittedly, my 9-year-old probably knows more about this upcoming presidential election, or the election process itself, than most adults my age. She’s often watched election outcomes, goes to the polling booth with me and has even watched her fair share of inaugurations.
However, this year something is different.
She seems to have channeled the spirits of Shirley Chisholm, Fannie Lou Hamer, Yuri Kochiyama and Septima Clark, using the experience and knowledge of all four to educate herself and others on the political candidates and their platforms with a little help from Zendaya and the Future President’s project.
I mean the girl is serious!!!
She even asked to go to so she could research the presidential candidates. She knows everything down to their grandchildren’s names and will gladly share this information with you. She pays attention to the Super PAC commercials that run every few minutes, knowing of course that they’re paid advertisements, but she also knows to look up the information to distinguish if it is indeed factual.
It’s nothing to catch her watching a debate, town hall or cable news network to try and catch up with someone on the campaign trail.
Of course she has determined who’d she like to see as the next president but I’ve also shared with her that it’s essentially every American citizen’s right to vote for whom they believe would do the best job running the country.
She’s cool with the whole process except for one thing.
As she was telling me who she’d vote for during KidsVote, I let her know that right now her vote would not be counted in the presidential election so stumping for a particular candidate in her group of friends would not benefit either party.
Why did I do that?!?!
Her immediate response was “What do you mean my vote doesn’t count?” The face she made was what you’d get if you’d told her that Santa, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny (Yes! They’re still real at my house!) was not real all at one time and in that order. For a minute I thought she’d cry or have the fleeting thought of slapping me for merely uttering those words.
After getting over her initial disgust, she politely informed me that things change and while she would vote for the candidate that she’d decided to go with, however, at some point someone needs to look at the voting laws that are in place.
“Why is that?” I asked her. Her response, which scared me a little, was that it was unfair for “politicians to make decisions for children without asking for their input. Yes, some people will come up with silly things like ice cream for lunch and unicorns on the playground but in order to have a successful world for us you have to ask us what makes us successful.”
As I’m picking my jaw off the floor, she crawls off my bed and heads out of my bedroom door. Before walking out, she throws back “that’s why when I’m President we’ll have a kid’s roundtable” and heads back to whatever episode that’s on Disney.
I don’t know whether to be extremely proud or extremely troubled for my fellow American citizens.
Just know that I did try early on to veto the ice-cream-for-any-meal-bill that may be introduced into law in 2041 from your Princess President.
Did I mention she’s heading to the state capitol on a field trip in November? I’m debating whether or not she needs to go with her very own special chaperone.
I’d hate for her to interrupt a session asking common sense questions. After all, she is my child.
I’m Just Saying.


Chronicles of a Single Mom: Blog #1


It finally happened.
I’ve been waiting to do it for almost nine years.
I was so shocked that I even thought something was wrong. I mean it’s happened before but it wasn’t always a good thing, you know?
What is it you ask?
I was able to close the door to the bathroom. That’s not the groundbreaking part.
Hold on to your seats here moms with young children.
There was no one knocking on the door, calling my name or busting in to tell me something that could’ve waited two minutes.
It was peaceful. Freeing almost as I gained back a part of my independence that I haven’t seen in quite some time.
Blissful privacy.
A moment to myself that doesn’t make me wonder what nuclear reactor is being built or what is being destroyed with tiny Fiskar scissors and a purple glue stick in the name of art. A moment where I don’t have to worry if my child is practicing to be the next Top Chef behind my back or the curtains have become a prom dress that she’s designed nine years early.
After realizing that I hadn’t been interrupted that excitement soon turned to fear.
I was afraid of what was happening that would cause her to NOT want to bust in on me. This fear led me to end my blissful moment and go investigate. While every child is different the old saying “you should be suspicious of silence while you have a child/ren” is true in my household.
Luckily, this wasn’t one of those time. The reality is she was too busy reading in her room to care about what I was doing and why I had closed a door. Perhaps that’s just a sign of maturity. A sign that I don’t mind seeing as I plot on the next time I can get away.
I already have plans to take something with me next time so I can be productive or go ahead and take a nice long candle-lit bubble bath with a glass of wine while she’s woke.
Without Barbie and her friends giving me a fashion show, being read a book or having to sip tea from a little plastic cup while pretending I’m in a Jacuzzi.
Okay, maybe we can keep the pretend Jacuzzi.
I’m just saying.