"Really? Even Michigan?"
"I don't know yet."
"Did he win both the electoral and popular votes?"
"It's close. I don't know."
"I don't know." That was my answer a lot over the last few days. This week was filled with fielding tough questions from my kids that I wasn't prepared to handle. Talking through privilege and responsibility with them. Being thankful they aren't old enough to be on Facebook, so that I can preserve the innocence with which they view some of the people we know . . . from both sides. We had countless conversations to try and help them empathize with voters who feel and believe differently than we do. It's just been heavy.
We watched his acceptance speech, which was uncharacteristically humble. That afternoon, we watched her concession speech and she nailed it.
The me from 2012 would be telling 2016 me to get a grip. The candidate I voted for in 2012 didn't win either. It's JUST an election and we'll have another one in 4 years. But 2016 me is trying to shape older, more perceptive hearts than the 2012 me was. And this loss just felt different.
Thank you, God, for the opportunity to advocate for those who need a voice and the chance to help my kids develop empathy and compassion.