“Do you hear that sound honey?” I ask without looking at my 5 year old daughter as I fill in the round hole in perfectly with black ink. “It’s the sound of my pen making history” I whisper. “It’s the sound of me voting for the first female President in the history of all America.” Her eyes get wide and I bend down to her height. “It’s the first time in your grandmother’s life, my life, and your life, that we can say ‘You can be anything you want to be when you grow up.’ And mean it.” “So when I grow up I can be President too?” she whispers back at me wanting to see my ballot sheet and searching for a picture to describe my words. “Yes, absolutely. This woman worked hard to get here. She gave up a lot. She was criticized and bullied – that means people weren’t very nice to her. She made her fair share of mistakes. She never gave up. And she did all of this while she was a Mommy and a GrandMommy.” My daughter nods her head enthusiastically. In my own head I chuckle at the thought of having 2 of the toughest jobs in the world – being a Mom, and being the President of the free world. “This is a big day” my attention turns back to the sheet I’m holding in my hand. “People are going to try and take away from this pen making history today. But I’m not going to let them. I’m going to remember exactly where I was and who I was with when I used it.” “You were with me!” she smiles enthusiastically. “That’s right my love” I take her by the hand and lead her to the ballot box with a full heart. “Maybe I’ll turn on the TV tomorrow to have you watch the 1st ever African American president welcome the 1st ever female president into the White House.” Then I’ll sit back and say…See that? THAT is what makes America great. We take a step outside together and I can’t help but feel hopeful that it’s a giant step taken for our future generation.