Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
Salaam Alaikum wa Rahmatullah
It’s Tuesday morning. I’m fortifying myself with a cup of decaf, getting ready for the day. Hubby is almost out the door, finishing his bagel breakfast sandwiches and waiting for the car to warm up. The two smaller boys are awake. My oldest is still asleep because I let him stay up late to watch “24”. The baby, thankfully, is napping in her bassinette, hopefully for more than five minutes.
I have the TV on to MSNBC at the moment. I don’t know if I’ll be switching back and forth to CNN. Right now it’s 8:30 and the soon-to-be First Family is leaving for church. I’m hoping and fully expecting that President-elect Obama will ask for grace and humility. I will be praying that he’s competent and surrounds himself with smart people who are not afraid to disagree with him.
Obama is a Democrat and a liberal. I am a Muslim and, well, a Muslim. My religion is my politics, so I don’t fit into any neat cubbyhole marked “Democrat” or “Republican”. I voted for him because I felt we needed a clean break from the disastrous policies of the Bush White House. I disagree with him on many issues, but I’ll back him where we agree – getting the hell out of Iraq, for instance.
I homeschool my son, who will turn nine in another week. Today his assignment is simple – watch the inauguration coverage with me and surf the internet for information on the US government. Yesterday we watched Dr. King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, and since much of the rich language was over my son’s head, I want to look up the text of the speech today and go over it one paragraph at a time so he’ll understand. It’s appropriate for this day.
I’m sure I’ll be posting as the day progresses. A lot of times, I write my blog entry in my word processing program and publish it later, after I’ve tweaked and checked and corrected it. Today I guess I’ll be more “stream of consciousness” and just publish as I go. It is a day to go along with the news, to immerse myself in the immense promise of the day, and to just share my feelings without trying to write an actual essay. We’ll see how it goes.