I should have ventured out to vote when I woke up at 6:30, but somehow,
with no school buses to make and a whole lot of video to edit, I never
made it out. So I went many edits later, two kids in tow, and waited
for about two hours. It's a good thing that I had a bunch of work under
my belt at that point (never enough, but a bunch), because two hours of
trying to explain the long, slow-moving lines and the importance of
voting to two kids left me pretty wiped out.
Not wiped out were the kids from the school where I voted, who
tirelessly hawked baked goods and Halloween candy, all to help the
victims of Hurricane Sandy. This is the same school that is staying
open till 8:30 each night to give people without power a place to be,
meaning that the "victims" include families from our neighborhood.
It's not easy to raise good citizens. So many things compete for our
interest and attention, and sometimes, even for an adult, it's hard to
see how our efforts make a difference. If it's a leap of faith for us,
how can we make our kids understand why it matters to wait on line to
vote? Somewhat easier, I have found, is to have them help make
sandwiches for the food bank when our synagogue does that or donate
extra blankets and hats to hurricane victims, knowing that the cold we are feeling on our
way home from school is much worse for the children without heat or
housing. As with making good TV, the key to success is creating a
truly relatable story.
I'll admit, I didn't do a great job occupying or convincing my children during
our time on the voting line (though they've been quite interested in the election coverage on TV, so maybe their waiting time did make an impression). I can only hope that tomorrow, when we drop off blankets
and winter gear, my kids will
understand, in some small way, that the little things they do DO matter. Whether it's lining up or dropping off or
spreading on (the PB&J on the food bank sandwiches)--those little things, even when they're done by little people, CAN make a real difference.
I'll have to remember that myself.
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