Today was a special day for me. I got up this morning, and played with my kids. A few of you have read my diaries and know that they are two beautiful, mixed race kids that shine in every moment of their existence. They smile, they play, and yes, they dream.
As I played with my sons, Barack Obama's speech was on MSNBC in the background. My one year old, in his endless innocence was throwing a tennis ball on the floor and laughing raucously, totally oblivious to the true power of what was transpiring on our TV. My three year old, who admittedly is very sharp (He reads "Alice Through the Looking Glass, knows his planets by sight, thinks Blossom Dearie's "Figure 8" song from SchoolHouse Rock is the greatest, and likes the real version not the "cheeseball version" of Fur Elise more than any other piece of music) stopped mid freak out and began watching what was going on. He did not truly understand the depth of what was happening in front of him, but he knew by my reactions that it was important. He was transfixed. When I asked him what he was thinking, he replied, "He looks like me, Daddy. He's not pink like you." He then went on to say, "Will Barack Obama be President, Daddy?" I responded, "I don't know Jimmy, but I hope so." He smiled and said. "Me too, Daddy."
After the speech was over, Jimmy looked at me and said, "Daddy, I can be President. I think I will be President" I responded, "I hope so, Jimmy. I really do."