My Political Dynasty

Like Joseph Kennedy, I’m working to build a political dynasty.

When DJ announced that she was seeking the position of Student Body President at her all girls’ school, I wondered where she found the confidence to put herself out there like that. I guess she thought she had a chance to win. At that age, I would have simply pondered the potential to lose.

She put together a cracker-jack campaign committee with representatives from all the grades. She handed out home-baked cookies (the whole family helped decorate them), and bacon. Yea, we got up at the butt crack of dawn one morning, cooked bacon and shoved each piece in an individual baggie with her campaign slogan written in Sharpie marker on the Ziplock.

“Why are you handing out bacon,” I questioned.

“Do you like bacon,” she retorted.

“Yah. Everybody does.”

“Well there ya go.”

I gotta give it to her. It worked. Plus, she had a really good speech.

I can already see her in the White House. She’s pretty good at problem solving.  And, her sisters would say that she’s mastered bossing others around.

A few weeks later, Michelle followed in her footsteps by running for Secretary of her middle school. This was her speech:

Roses are red, my granny is swell,

If you want a good secretary, vote for Michelle!

 

I am an honest girl, never committed a crime,

I’ll be prompt, and I’ll get to the meetings on time.

 

I am not very good at basketball, I can’t really dribble,

but when I take notes I am neat, and I do n’t scribble.

 

Student council sells biscuits, they’re only a dollar,

I’ll serve them hot, and you will holla.

 

I’ll be quick with communicating, I won’t be slow,

I’ll work really hard to keep you in the know.

 

I am very dependable, don’t worry about me,

If you vote for Michelle, you will see!

 

I could see her being the Ambassador to Spain in her future. Don’t they just throw parties and stuff?

And the middle kid? Well, the Peace Corps might be in her future, Stephanie has such a heart for serving others – she sincerely cares about people.

This is her on a mission trip attempting to demo a ceiling:

I’ve been told that tearing out ceilings was not her sweet spot but that she can spread insulation like a champ!  Talk about confidence, this kid left home to go to New York with 30 other teens, most 3 to 4 years her senior.

I was pondering their recent accomplishments as I opened their report cards this past week.  When I was their age, I was solidly churning out B’s and spending my free time watching Gilligan’s Island.   I would have no more run for office or gone on a mission trip without my best friends than I would have hang glided over the Grand Canyon.

They may get their humor from me, but I think the rest of their genetic makeup came straight from their mom.  Wish she was here to see all this.

 

 

 

 

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  1. How wonderful! My son is the Mascot at his high school – the school has only been open 2 years and he’ll be the very first mascot ever – making history he is! But I don’t know where he gets it from – I can’t stand in front of a group of people and there he is, ready to perform! It’s amazing the path our kids take, I always feel so honored and blessed to be able to travel on my son’s path with him!

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  2. Ac Snow

     /  June 25, 2014

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  3. Aunt Susan

     /  June 28, 2014

    Who said she’s not seeing this, and isn’t helping with the inspirations? hmmmm?

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  4. Your girls are awesome, and I hope you know that so many of us think so. Everyone was I talked to that was on the mission trip bragged about Stephanie! Now, if DJ only had more time for babysitting…

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