The Day I Saw the President

The sun was just beginning to peek its way through the trees as I bundled up my still sleepy three-year old son. I comforted him with sweet whispers and wrapped in him layers to protect him from the weather that has ever so subtly and recently brought us into fall.

“We are going to see the President!” I whispered in an excited fervor, as I urged him to put on his shoes.

Not understanding the significance or rarity of such an opportunity  my son whined and struggled, longing for a morning of Disney Junior and sleepy cuddles instead.

When we reached the car, I clicked him in his seat and soothed him and made promises of lunch at his favorite restaurant after the rally was over.

We drove the very short 2 mile drive to a neighborhood just little bit closer to the event than ours, and then my son and I began the walk to the event; a once in a lifetime opportunity to hear the President speak in our hometown.

If we had been able to walk straight through, the walk would have only been 1.2 miles. Due to the heightened security surrounding this presidential event, our walk from the southside of Richmond to the Carillon park where the even took place was 3 miles long; an unexpected undertaking as I embarked on this trip alone with a toddler and no stroller.

Police officers were on tight patrol and the longer walking route was done to endure that no one could enter the event without first going through security. Our walk through residential streets was splattered with vendors selling Obama paraphernalia and I was reminded once again of how we were in the midst of a historically significant election year.

After an hour and a half of walking and lots of toddler carrying, we finally reached the start of the line. There, hidden beneath the trees of a quiet park in Richmond, VA, stood a line of people, all waiting with excited anticipation to see the President of our country. People had been waiting in line since 4:30 in the morning. My son and I finally arrived at the end at 11:00 AM. Leaves fell and covered the crowd in a colorful fall blanket as we joined a crowd of 15,000 people with hopeful hearts.

The crowd waiting to see Obama in RVA, 10/25/2012

A line of people to see the President hidden beneath the fall trees in a RVA park.

The line moved fairly quickly and my son and I were able to find a seat in the grass of the park by noon.

No food or drink was admitted due to security purposes  and admittedly, after our unexpectedly long walk and no food or drink all day, my son and I were both a bit tired and grumpy.

A tired toddler at the Obama political rally

My son and I sat and rested as we watched people continue to pour into the park. Spirits were high and standing there I knew I was in the midst of a group of people who believed in our President and were excited to hear his message.

Music blared through the loud speakers and my son and I passed the time with dancing and cricket chasing and playing with grass.

My son and I at the Obama rally in RVA


The Carillon tower decorated with an American flag served as the backdrop of Obama’s rally in Richmond.

Then it started. The large crowd hushed as we were led in the Pledge of Allegiance and the National Anthem under the backdrop of a large flag hanging from the Carillon tower.

 We were led in an opening prayer by a local Richmond pastor. We got to hear speeches by Rep. Robert C. “Bobby” Scott, D-3rd, Former Gov. and U.S. Senate candidate Timothy M. Kaine, and Sen. Mark Warner, D-Va.

And then we got to see President Barack Obama.

My view of the rally, 10/25/2012. I couldn’t see much, but I could hear him and I was inspired by being at such an event.

The crowd’s screams of excitement were so moving and invigorating that they washed all previous complaints of tiredness and hunger away.

Here we were, in a crowd of 15,000 people, standing in a park just a few miles from our house, listening to the President of the United States give a speech. I was humbled by the historic significance such a gathering and the once in a lifetime chance that I was able to be there.

At some point before the president arrived my son fell asleep. I listened to President Obama as I held a sleeping toddler. My back ached with the weight of a 33 pound child resting in my arms, but my spirit was lifted by words of hope. My son woke up before the President gave his closing remarks and even got wrapped up in the crowd’s emotions himself, as he offered a few claps and “yays!”

It was a campaign rally, to be sure. President Obama stressed the importance of voting and outlined his policies and even made a few remarks about his opposing candidate, Romney. But when someone in the crowd began to boo, Obama said, “No, don’t boo, Vote!”

Throughout the day, people made comments about my son being there. I heard it all from, “Wow, you are brave to bring him here!” to “He’s so lucky you brought him.” to “I think you are doing a great thing. It’s so important. ” to a whispered hush of “Why would she bring a kid here?”

Perhaps it was a bit brazen of me to embark on round trip 6 mile walk and 4 mile drive alone with a toddler, no stroller, and no food or drink. There were certainly times in the day when I thought that maybe it was just plain crazy. But I am so very glad that we went.

I know my son did not understand the historical significance of such a moment and political policies and elections are (thankfully) not yet a part of his world.

But they are oh so important.

And so one day, when my son gets older, I will tell him that when he was 3 years old he got to see the President of the United States speak at a park close to our home in Richmond, VA. I will tell him that he got to be a part of history that day and how lucky he was to get to hear a sitting president speak in person.

Regardless of your political opinion, I think there is still a sense of awe in getting to watch the President of our country speak. I felt inspired and honored to get to be part of such an experience. And if the President of the United States ever comes to speak at a park just 5 miles away from your house? I think it is definitely worth going.


*Here are links to articles in the Richmond Times Dispatch, detailing the President’s time line of the day and an overview of the event.*

Carillon Hosts Obama 

Obama Rallies 15000 at Carillon in Richmond 



The Difference A Year Makes

Last year, at this time, I was a nervous wreck.

I barely slept the night before. I tossed and turned and hugged my little boy tight throughout the night as he slept beside me in bed. I woke up early and dressed myself and my son and slowly carefully drove the 12 minutes it takes to get from our house to our destination.

It was my son’s first day of school.

He was only going to a two-day-a-week preschool program from 9-12, but it was the first time he had ever been away from me. He had never had a babysitter and I rarely even let family watch him. To be honest, he had never even been with my husband alone for more than 4 hours. The school separation was going to be a huge deal, for both of us.

When I dropped my son off in 2011, he screamed and cried and I finally had to leave him crying there while I walked out under the teacher’s advisement that he would stop crying and settle more quickly if I was gone. This, I knew was true. I used to be a teacher, after all. But it didn’t make it any easier for me to be the mommy that had to leave my crying baby nearly in tears myself.

With mixed emotions of apprehension and excitement, I drove away from the school and went to Starbucks. I ordered a Pumpkin Spice Latte, and made myself comfortable in one of the bar seats facing the window. I watched as people scurried to work or shopped at the outdoor mall. I felt pangs of quilt and frivolity for the luxury of being able to people-watch on a Thursday morning when most people were working or in school. I felt unencumbered and oddly uneasy with my new-found alone time.

After trying to enjoy my latte and spending a little too much time in my own head, I decided it was time to leave Starbucks. Except it was only 10:15. And so I drove to my son’s school and sat in the parking lot until noon, anxiously awaiting pick up time. I just did not know what to do without him for that long. I felt like a piece of me was missing.

This year, at this time, I was ready.

As it turns out, I got pretty used to my two mornings off a week last year. I spent most of last year re-discovering my identity outside of motherhood and I felt pretty exhausted after a long summer with very few breaks from constant toddler care.

The night before, my son slept in his bed while I slept in mine, (for the first half of the night anyway).

This year, my son is going into the three-year-old class three days a week from 9-12, but with extra curricular activities of soccer, art and gymnastics after school each day, so I will be picking him up at times ranging from 12:30 to 1:00pm. His school is no longer a new environment, but a trusted and nurturing one.

We were both excited for school and I may have driven a little over the speed limit to get us there.

I walked my son in and dropped him off in his new classroom. Though he was a little hesitant and a bit nervous when we arrived, he became distracted with washing his hands in the new (to him) big boy bathroom in the three-year-old class. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, said, “Mommy loves you,” and slipped away with no tears from either of us.

This year, I went straight to Starbucks, ordered my Pumpkin Spice Latte, and drove home to my house where I set up my laptop, lit a candle, and spent some time enjoying the fall weather, listening to music, blogging, and soaking up every second of my blissful alone time.

This year, I may or may not have been a few minutes late to pick him up.

What a difference a year makes.

First Day of School Pics

Noah’s first days of school. Left: 2011, 2 years old, apprehensive. Right: 2012, 3 years old, attitude.

Noah playing with play dough at school Left: 2011 Right: 2012

Mission Possible

Before I became a mommy, I was a kindergarten teacher. I poured my heart, time, energy, and personal money into my profession. The first school that I taught at often left me coming home crying. The administrative staff was un-supportive and unappreciative. It seemed like they were not aware of the demands they placed on us as teachers, and varied in their approaches from too hands-on to too hands-off.

At the end of that school year, I switched to a different school. This time, the administration was amazing. I had a lot of autonomy in my classroom. My principle was supportive if you had a problem, but mostly took on the attitude of  “as long as there are no complaints, you are doing a good job.”

I loved working at my second school. I felt independent and not over worked. I felt confident in my abilities as a teacher because my principle was not constantly on me to change my teaching. I felt much less stressed than in my previous environment where I had to write all of my own lesson plans and come up with my own materials. At my second school, all of our lessons were scripted; right down to the list of what materials to use. It was not easy, but it took the hard work of creativity out of my teaching. I felt comfortable there.

What I did not feel, was that I was challenging myself or my students. By the end of the school year, I had gotten all of my students to “benchmark,” the level used to measure progress at that school. This was a huge accomplishment, and I was proud of it. But I did wonder if perhaps I could have done more.

Kindergarten is a challenging year, because students come in with such varying abilities depending on what kinds of exposure (or lack there of) they have experienced at home. Pulling all students up to a benchmark level is a grand achievement, but it is also a leveling of the playing field of sorts. I was able to bring up my students who came in with limited knowledge to benchmark level, but what about the students who already came in with some reading knowledge? Were they challenged enough? Did I stretch their minds enough? Was school stimulating for them?

The thing was, these were not my questions to ask. I didn’t need to worry about the answers, because the real goal of the schools was to pull everyone onto the same level and to teach according to the scripted lesson plans. So I did my job? Great. I could do it again in the future. There was no real room for improvement if you had already met the pre-determined standards.

I look forward to re-joining a profession in the future, but I am not sure if I am interested in teaching anymore. The chance for stagnation with in the teaching profession is high. Repeating the same tasks daily can be exhausting and draining. Lack of creativity and the chance for improvement makes teaching a profession that can easily become monotonous. I have also faced huge disrespect in regards to my teaching. I have been referred to as a “glorified babysitter,” a comment that is as insulting as it is ignorant. I have also heard comments about how great it must be to have summers off, which people use to justify their belief that teaching is a profession that shouldn’t garner as much respect as others. The chance for stagnation combined with the facts that teaching is very often disrespected in our culture as well as under paid, and it’s amazing that the teaching field still draws in qualified candidates.

Even though I am out of the work place, anything involving education still pulls at me. When I got the chance to read Mission Possible: How The Secrets of the Success Academies Can Work In Any School, I jumped at it. My future career path my be uncertain, but my dedication to the quality of education my son will receive is unwavering.

Mission Possible details the success academies located in New York City that have been featured on the documentaries The Lottery and Waiting For Superman. These schools take a radical approach to teaching that highly contradicts what is done in many public schools. The book goes into detail about the components of the THINK literacy curriculum, which places a high emphasis on the reading and writing skills of students. The thing that struck me as most progressive in the management of the Success Academies is the level of respect with which they treat the students. Children in this environment are treated as equals. They are called scholars and referred to as the class of whichever year they will graduate college. College is often mentioned during their school day. The constant goal is to prepare these children to go to college, not just meet the grade level benchmark. If the bar is raised for higher goals, then the daily teaching must be raised to met them. And those high goals are set in Kindergarten.

The book also includes a CD with video clips of actual lessons within the Success Academies. I was impressed with the high level of student discussions that took place within these classrooms. Those are just not scenarios you will see in a traditional public school setting.

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*I was compensated for this post through the SITS Girls Community. I received two copies of Mission Possible, one to read, and one to give away to my lovely readers. All opinions and life experiences are my own.*