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Political Mumbo Jumbo...

So tomorrow is election day. And while Massachusetts is decidedly a blue state, we have quite a few races that have been getting rather contentious. The phone calls and mailings have been insane. Even Matt Damon called pushing us to support a particular candidate! Quite frankly, I think most people are fed up with all the negative ads and constant phone calls and signs in peoples' yards. The whole thing needs to just be over with already!

I'm not going to get into my personal political beliefs. I was raised by Republicans who are now staunch Democrats but am married to a Republican and I've learned to keep my mouth shut on my more independent views in mixed company. I'm the kind of person who is never totally convinced that I've made the right choice. I'm never sure that one person is better for the job than the other. I'm never totally on one candidate's side or the other, and many election years I don't really know who I'm going to vote for up until the last few days. Seeing the ads, watching the debates, none of that is really enough to convince me to vote one way or another. And quite frankly, I sometimes feel as though my vote doesn't matter that much since we don't live in a swing state.

But still, tomorrow I'll take LP and Eliza with me to the polls. We'll troop into the elementary school gymnasium together and fill out my ballot. We'll get stickers that said we voted.

As the late, great Whitney Houston, sang, "I believe the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way..." Even in a non-swing state, our votes matter. Our actions matter. And as parents it's our job to teach our children to be the leaders, the changers, the doers, that they'll one day be. They need to see us exercising our right to vote- a right so many people in so many countries don't have. A right that we are lucky to have.

And one day, it will be THEIR votes that matter. And we don't want them to miss out on that.



Hope to see you all at the polls tomorrow! Go vote!



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