Well, it’s been a little over a full week now since I watched the two of them standing at the entrance of the White House awaiting it’s new inhabitants on January 20th, 2017. I never considered how much I would miss the Obamas. Not just the President and First Lady, but the entire family. Grandma, Malia, Sasha…I’m even gonna miss the dogs.
The last eight years have not been perfect, but they’ve been a moment in history I will never forget. They’ve been perfect for me. We had a Black President, ya’ll. A. Black. President!
We had a President who brought all the black folks he could muster up to the most revered residence in Washington DC. He made sure we saw all the goodness that is brown skin and brought it back to “Chocolate City.” Our First Lady made it cool to eat fruit and vegetables! And be graceful...let's not forget that fact. They created an access to the White House that had not existed prior to their arrival. I'm grateful for their legacy. And I’m having withdrawals. I miss seeing them daily. I miss getting stuck in traffic while the motorcade passes. I miss trying to catch a glimpse of the girls when on Connecticut Avenue. I want to know what's happening in their lives again. What is going on with the fam??? What is happening with the girls? Have the movers got everything unpacked? How is the adjustment coming along? The answers to these questions are unknown and I miss them!!
As I have watched, cringed, watched some more, and finally decided to stop watching #45 (I refuse to call his name, or title), I have reminded myself how blessed we have been as a country. We weren’t blessed because every bill and law we wanted passed, or every decision made worth praise. We were blessed because there was a family in the most visible home on Earth living without scandal, without drama, without noise…without the issues we are so accustomed to seeing from political figures. It was refreshing, and now it’s over.
It’s been a long eight days with #45 in office. And guess what? We have 3 years, 11 months, and 21 days before we will welcome #46. That is, if he makes it that long. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wish anything bad on the man—not my style—but at the rate things are going, I’m just not sure how long he will last at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
In the meantime, I’m soaking up every vacation pic that seeps out with the beloved former President and First Lady, the videos from those like me who love them, old pictures of the girls, all of it. You should too! Unless you enjoy the craziness we are currently being exposed to through the media. Either way, I encourage you to relish in the memories of what we had as a country and practice self care when needed based on what we are now dealing with each day.
Until next time,