Presidential politics has been a big topic at our house. In second grade social studies, Cherry has been studying the requirements to be president. You have to be an American born citizen at least 35 years old and have lived in the U.S. for at least 14 years. Cherry realized that under current law, she can never be president because she was born in China.
“I’ll just have to get the law changed,” Cherry said.
Bacon and I extended the second grade curriculum to include a discussion of the current presidental race. Cherry and Coco know the names of the first woman, and the first African-American to be major candidates. We talked about going to see Hillary Clinton when she comes to San Antonio.
Early in the afternoon on the day of the rally, we decided it was too hard to go to see Hillary. It’s on a school night, over late, and on the other side of town. Then, there’s Coco. She hates to stand in line, be still, ride in the car, and stay up late.
Who we didn’t consider was Cherry, an eight year old girl who wants the chance to be President of the United States.
“We aren’t going?”
“It will be late, baby. Tomorrow is a school day. You have homework.”
“But, I wanted to see Hillary Clinton. She’s a girl like me, who might be president.”
The line into McGreehey Arena wound completely around St. Mary’s University. We stood in it for over two hours. It was a warm evening. The girls were terrific. When we got to the door, we were the last people allowed inside. I heard a staff member say they had reached capacity according to fire code. The line outside was still huge.
We stood on the floor in front of the stage. Lots of people with placards were in front of us waving like they were at a pep rally. It wasn’t a great spot, but the girls perched on our backs and Bacon’s shoulders. Sometimes, they stood on the floor and couldn’t see a thing, but they were listening.
On way home in the car, Cherry said, “I hope Hillary gets that law changed.”
“What law is that?”
“The law that says I can be president some day.”
“You’ll have to write a letter, and let her know how important it is to you.”
“Maybe I can send her an email.”
2 thoughts on “Cherry For President”
My son was there, too, and he didn’t get in. Y’all were lucky!
They closed the door right behind us. When we got inside, one of the girls swim team coaches from last summer walked right up to us. It was funny seeing someone I knew in that giant crowd.
We were lucky. It was great night!