22 November, 2016

Lil Miss Pettrey is 18 Months Old! - Time Goes too Quickly

There is no joy, nothing greater, no more happiness than the 3 blessings that I have been given. The 3 loves of my life.

One whom happened to turn 18 months old today. How in the world that happened so quickly, I do not know. Lil Miss Pettrey  - I adore you. Lil Mr. Hill and Lil Miss Hill? I adore you both as well. <3

I wish I could hold each of you in my arms and make time slow down! 
I love the three of you more than you will ever, ever know! 

09 November, 2016

He may serve as President.

I have been very silent when it comes to politics this season. I did not vote in the primary election. I barely registered in time to vote in the general - which was even a shock that I did myself in fact do (register that is).

I just didn't care - I felt hopeless - I felt that America had not only ripped opportunity and given us two candidates in both parties that didn't represent "us" or "we" but in which neither helped or offered hope.

And while yes, yesterday I voted - I had no idea who or what or how I was going to - and thankfully, I live in a state where my vote (at least for presidential candidates) truly doesn't matter.

But even walking away, I didn't feel good. I felt sick walking in - and I felt sick walking out. There was no hope or change or power in my vote yesterday - and I knew that. There was no excitement or empowerment or belief that I could run and tell my children that I thought I helped contribute to something better for their tomorrows - our tomorrows.

I stayed up til 3 am - watching the polls, and then listening to what I never thought in a million years - what I never dreamed of or even probably deep down hoped of - would happen - Donald Trump's acceptance speech.

And today? Today I listened to the most amazing, humbling, and empowering concession speech that I will play for my children - but especially my daughters - continuously throughout their lives.

Not to remind them that they can't win - but to remind them that they can.
That girls can win.
That we will break through the glass ceiling one day.
That there will be a day in which women won't be 3rd class citizens (and yes, yes we are.).
A day when we are paid fairly - equally.
A day where a woman with 30 years of experience will have an opportunity to do a job over a man with zero years of experience - because she has 30 years experience, and not because he's a rich man.

My 'candidate' lost 4 years ago. At that point? My party broke apart and failed. I'm not sure what has happened to my beliefs - or where I stand on any political spectrum since - or even if I do at all any more - but it truly doesn't matter - what matters is no one won yesterday. But I pray somehow, America can pull it together to win enough despite the loss of all.

"Now, I — I know — I know we have still not shattered that highest and hardest glass ceiling, but some day someone will and hopefully sooner than we might think right now. (APPLAUSE) And — and to all the little girls who are watching this, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams. Finally…"

I will never raise my children in hate, to hate. I will never raise my daughters, or my son to accept Donald Trump - or what he has done or to condone his behavior. I pray that I can only help them to learn to tolerate what he does for the future. He may serve as President.