Dreams

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
--From Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes

For over a year, I have had a dream that a visionary leader would be elected who would closely mirror my values and who would understand that big changes are needed to ensure my daughters' future is a bright one. That happened last night. I am filled with hope, especially after receiving an e-mail from the president elect himself last night, thanking me and millions of others for our support and stating, "We have a lot of work to do to get our country back on track, and I'll be in touch soon about what comes next." The grassroots effort will need to continue in order to encourage innovation, save the environment, and bring prosperity back. After eight long years of aimlessness, greed, and divisiveness, we will be on the right track again.

My mom reported this morning that she had a dream that Malia Obama enrolled at Doodle's school and was assigned to her class. In the dream, Doodle befriends Malia and has playdates at the White House. I think Malia is likely to go to one of a handful of DC public elementary school or one of the city's excellent private schools. Chelsea Clinton went to Sidwell Friends, where Doodle has been to summer camp. Doodle's public school in Maryland would be an excellent choice for the Obamas--it too is led by an energetic, visionary African American--but it's unlikely to happen.

Tootle had a dream that "our team, Brock (that's how she pronounces it) Obama" won and that our team had more candy than the other team.