Going to Vote

I love to vote. Always have.

It started when I was a little girl. My mother always took me to vote with her. My parents' business was just across the street from their polling place and she'd wait until I got out of school to vote. That was back in the day when you pulled the curtain and pulled the lever on your voting machine. I thought that was so cool.

Because of that, I also take my girls to vote. LB has been with me so many times the poll workers know her.

Now that I have children, I care even more about who's elected. I care who the president is. I care who the governor is. I care who sits on the city council. I care who represents my district on school board. I care who is making policy, whether it's in Washington, D.C. or Montgomery, that affects my family.

Chris' parents are in town and, for the life of her, Lily Baker could not understand why they weren't voting with us today. Chris' mom explained it was because she wasn't born in this country. Lily responded, "Well, I'm voting because I was born in this country." That made me laugh because I'm quite sure she's not sure what country she lives in.

So after we voted this morning, we ran some errands. We were eating at a local restaurant and a lady walked in with a "I voted" sticker. Lily Baker said, "Look, Mommy! That lady voted. She must live in the United States, too!"

Well, what do you know. She does know the name of her country. Hopefully, I'm raising a little girl who will also grow up to take her voting priviledge seriously. :)