Showing posts with label conversation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conversation. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Election Recap



Ours is a divided household. My husband and I are not members of the same party and every election is a more than a little interesting. Adding a very aware 5-year-old made things even more fun this year. When asked who he would vote for, my son said, "President Obama."

Truly curious because we've been quite careful not to sway him, I asked, "Why?"

He said, "Because he's President!" I think if my son had been a few years older that would have been followed by a 'duh'

We watched the election returns with him, but he went to bed before President Obama was re-elected. He loved seeing the states flash on the screen and watch the map of the country turn red and blue. He didn't understand that those colors mean that we have a deeply divided nation, and that the division means that things aren't working, unlike in our household. 

Both my husband and I were impressed with the speeches. My favorite part of Governor Romney's speech was when he said, "The nation, as you know, is at a critical point...Our leaders have to reach across the aisle to do the people's work. And we citizens also have to rise to the occasion."

I was reminded of my son, and his perception of the electoral map when later in the evening, President Obama said, "We remain more than a collection of red states and blue states. We are and forever will be the United States of America."


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Depth


While eating dinner with my kids solo since my husband was working late yesterday, I heard my son make a joke I've heard many times before.

Him: Mom, how old am I?
Me: 5
Him: No, 647 (followed by laughter).

Then my daughter joined in.
Her: Mom, you know how old I am?
Me: 3
Her: No, 100 (followed by laughter from both).

Now, there's definitely something to be said for family togetherness, counting skills and making a math joke. However, at that moment, I gazed outside, and realized that I'm in desperate of some depth. In my conversations. A conversation lasting more than three lines. A conversation that challenges my critical thinking skills. A conversation - a real conversation. Then my daughter spilled her milk. Daydream...over.

Can anyone else relate?