My sons have never:
- Voted for a winning candidate and regretted it later
- Voted for a losing candidate on principle
- Voted for the lesser of evils
- Aligned with a political party
- Voted for the loser and the winner turned out to be outstanding
That’s why I miss half of what is said in this winter’s increasingly heated political debates – my kids won’t shut up. They opine through every minute of every debate.
At twelve and thirteen, they are the color commentary. Opinionated. Sarcastic. Utterly confident that they know best. Eager to comment on anything – the candidates’ ties, their hair, their intellect.
“He doesn’t know anything about the Klu Klux Klan?!”
They borrow catch-phrases from adults, other twelve year olds, ad campaigns on the side of a bus as if they were time-tested facts.
Sometimes I shush them, “I want to hear this.”
But most of the time, I like listening to them.
“He’s a crook.”
“She’s a liar.”
“He’s a socialist, and socialism never worked anywhere, any time.”
“I mean, mom, he’s going a build a wall?! He might as well take down the Statue of Liberty while he’s at it.”
Unable to hear what the candidates are saying above the din of my boys’ joyful, humorous political certainty, I remember a day when I was sure I had all the answers… and voting was easy.