We carved pumpkins. It won’t surprise you to know that I was going to carve VOTE NO into mine. I went to work diligently, not paying much attention to what my clan was up to. The T was giving me trouble. My knife slipped and I had to re-group. I had three letters left. I paused long enough to look around and noticed Big Man had some intricate spider and web-thing going on and Thing 1 was working on the silhouette of a cat next to a pumpkin. The cat would have a witch hat on it’s head.
If you don’t know what that means, you don’t read my blog much.
So, I did what any self-respecting woman who never claimed to like carving pumpkins to begin with would do. I quit…after I finished the E. VOTE seemed like a strong enough statement.
I set that pumpkin out next to the hot cocoa we were offering to those who dared to enter our haunted house. A few moms confessed to thinking it a strange sentiment. They wondered if they were supposed to vote in some sort of contest we were running. I shrugged it off. They could see my kindergarten T, to which they made no pointed comments.
But then a group of freshmen boys came by. They loved the haunted house. It seemed hysterical to them that their doctor (Big Man) was inside dressed as a weird sort of wizard/troll. They came out, went in again, and then huddled next to me getting cocoa. One young man looked at my pumpkin and I braced myself for the comments/questions/ridicule. Instead, he said, “Are you going to Vote No on the marriage amendment? It’s kind of a big deal, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Definitely yes. It’s a big deal. And yes, definitely yes, I will be voting no.”
His head pumped up and down. “I wish I could. I would, too. It’s the right thing to do.” He pumped his fist in the air and they all took off.
Someone got it.
This seems to be the way of my storytelling this year. I haven’t hit the masses, but I get little nuggets of opportunity here and hints of affirmation that people are paying attention there.
I can only hope that a little adds up to enough.