Sunday, October 7, 2018

oh, hello again!

Time to brush off the ol blog folks.

I haven't written in a very long time and I miss it. I miss being able to capture chapters of my life on the interwebs. I love being able to go back and read about planning for our wedding, our life in chicago, my memories of jmu...so here we are. AML Chitter Chatter: In Her 30s.

What will my first post be about? There's so much to write about...so much going on as a wife, as a working mom, so many issues in this glorious and flawed county that I love. I won't be making a political statement. Nope. I'm PRETTY much in the middle of all this insanity going on. I don't think I have anything to add. Much like Chris Rock, I believe that anyone who makes up their mind before they listen to the actual issue is an idiot. "Be a person. Listen. No normal decent person is one thing" Guns? Get rid of them. Drugs? Don't get rid of them, please.

I guess in this world of Republican vs. Democrat I would, above anything else, identify myself as a feminist. I remember being in high school and my argument that Serena Williams was the greatest athlete of our time was met with laughter from my guy friends. BTW, hi, if you're reading this: you were wrong and I was right! Anyways, I just want every person, woman or man to be treated the same, paid the same, be valued the same.  I don't want to argue about what someone did when they were 15 years old, I want to know why 4 out of 114 supreme court justices have been women. Why was Ronald Reagan the first President to nominate a female Supreme Court Justice. Really? RONNIE?! I am already thinking about how to explain to Eily that life isn't always going to be fair because she was born a female. I pray that she will know her value, that she will be comfortable in her skin, that she will never have to feel the need to change who she is to accommodate the expectations of a man in her life.

...and then I remember who her dad is. My husband. My Republican, conservative, Midwestern, salt of the earth husband has never asked me to change my name. Five days away from our five year anniversary and I am still Anna Maria Lewis. I haven't changed my name because really, I don't know WHY I would. He's quietly allowed me to figure out who I want to be. He knows that my love and heart is his, but my name is mine. I married a feminist. My little girl will have two feminists as parents. How lucky is she?