When most sixteen-year-old kids walk out of the driving test with their new license, they can’t stop smiling. They know that they just earned themselves a new level of freedom…. and for some, a car.
“You’re a good, safe driver. You passed!” said the nice lady with the clipboard at the DMV.
We both grinned.
But his smile was much bigger when she asked, “Would you like to preregister to vote?”
It was fun to see for a mom who used to love politics.
A week before, he hounded me to fill out my mail-in ballot and read out loud from various websites as I considered each candidate and ballot issue.
A few nights later, he stayed up late watching the mid-term election results slowly roll in. I was surprised by how much he knew about the candidates from each state (not just ours), and how, when he didn’t know, he looked them up.
“Do you know your Party affiliation?” the nice lady at the DMV asked.
It was fun to see for a mom who used to love politics… even though…
He couldn’t contain his glee, “Should I really pick my Party, Mom?”
I guess, at least for now, we’ll just cancel each other out.
“I get to vote in the next election!”
But he’s reminded me what it feels like to love politics.