Wednesday, January 28, 2009
A strange thing happened to me November 4.
I was in the full throws of celebrating, and I thought about my little brother. My pure, sweet, little three year old brother, who had been following the election as adamantly as any CNN commentator.
My little brother, who's first president, to his memory, will be a black man.
How encouraging it must be for him! The first generation to really be raised without (technically) the boundaries of race choking their every dream. The first generation where "one day, you could even be president" won't sound like a far fetched statement.
And I was so happy for him.
And then I got jealous. Jealous for all my little unborn seeds fermented in my ovaries, who, if i didn't act quickly, wouldn't be able to say that their first president was black.
Thus a switch was flipped. A clock began to tick. And Project Two Term was born.
Quite simply, Project Two Term is a consequence of the Obama effect, with very simple goals: To meet a man, marry him, and have a baby before the end of Obama's second term (and yes, I am assuming two terms).
This may sound a bit extreme, but let's tell the truth - the black family is back in a big way. I can't look at the Obamas without swooning, and every time I do, my little eggs quake with excitement. I want that.
And after spending my day looking at this, this, and this, I want the domestic life. I want my Barack Obama.
Thus, look for this series to update you on the struggles and triumphs of love, marriage, and baby. Project Two Term in full effect.