It’s been there for a few months now. This feeling, despite the endless bad news, that come Tuesday things will start to turn around. The economy sucks, we’re still fighting in Iraq, Afghanistan is a mess, bin Laden is still alive, Pakistan and India are one terrorist attack away from trying to annihilate one another, Israel and Hamas are at war, North Korea may have weaponized plutonium…and yet, and yet…
The fact that Chloe and Sophie are children during this incredible time is not without a tinge of irony. I remember that when the planes hit the World Trade Center in 2001, one of the first thoughts I had was for Chloe. She was not yet 8 months old and I despaired. What kind of world have we brought her into? What have we done? It was terribly sad to me at the time. This fear that 9/11 marked the separation between the way things used to be and the way things were going to be from then on. After that horrible day, the world would never be the same. And indeed, it has changed tremendously since then. And not particularly for the good.
Flash forward four years, to September 2005. After initially feeling ambivalent about having another child, what brought me comfort and happiness was knowing that in this scary new world, at the very least the girls would always have each other.
Flash forward another three years. We elect and inaugurate the first black President. And he represents the antithesis of the last 8 eight years. And it’s wonderful and amazing. And people of all ages, including Sophie (who thinks Obama has a “cool” name) are hopeful again.