The Bigger They Get

The little Brownie Girl Scout in me who marched in parades carrying the flag in small white-gloved hands, who saluted that flag proudly every morning in grammar school, who laid wreaths at the war memorial on the high school football field, who decorated her bike with bunting and streamers every 4th of July and who grew up so proud of America, believing with all her heart that she could do anything because she was lucky enough to be born here - she’s BACK!

She spent the last eight years curled up in the fetal position sucking her thumb, frightened, depressed and, worst of all, ashamed - and feeling ashamed for being ashamed - but during Obama’s acceptance speech her ears perked up and her heart swelled and she stood up and sang at the top of her lungs:

I HAVE SOMETHING IN MY POCKET THAT BELONGS ACROSS MY FACE,
I KEEP IT VERY CLOSE AT HAND IN A MOST CONVENIENT PLACE.
I’M SURE YOU COULDN’T GUESS IT IF YOU GUESS A LONG, LONG WHILE,
SO I’LL TAKE IT OUT AND PUT IT ON
IT’S A GREAT BIG BROWNIE SMILE!

I was so happy to see her I found myself crying tears of joy.

I’ve really missed that kid.

P.S. I must also say this: While Obama brings many kinds of wonderful to this election, one of the qualities I most admire in him is his maturity. For instance, I know for a FACT that had I been the one delivering that speech there’s no way, upon reaching the word “nuclear” in the text, I could have avoided the temptation to say:

NU-CLEE-AR. GEORGE, DID YOU HEAR THAT? I SAID NU-CLEE-AR.

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