I taught a childbirth education class tonight. In between discussing signs and symptoms of early labor and how to time uterine contractions, I pulled up the election results for the class, so we could remain informed of the progress of the presidential election vote counting. By 9:30 tonight, we discovered the news: our country had spoken. We have, as a collective people, overwhelmingly voted in the first African American individual to the position of President-Elect of the United States. 338 to 141, baby. Even as I taught eight expectant parents about the ins and outs of childbirth, our nation was birthing an extraordinary element of change that will forever mark the pages of history.
I couldn’t be more pleased.
Racing home, driving head-on into a rapidly building snow storm, I listened to Obama’s first address to the country as the President Elect…hoping to reach my living room before the end of his speech. I promised myself I would remember that drive and the sound of Obama’s words flowing from the car radio as well as I remember where I was and what I was doing on 9/11. And upon arriving home, this is the scene I caught on the television:
Congratulations, Senator Obama, to you and your family. God bless and keep you.