My daughter started kindergarten.
Last Tuesday, my family and I participated in a time-honored educational tradition: the first day of school. We dragged our kids out of bed, made a giant breakfast, put them in their newest clothes, and took about a hundred pictures. Thing 1* participated with good grace, smiling for the camera and teaching her little sister how to say “kindergarten”. Then she walked with my wife and I (and some neighbors we met along the way) to her new elementary school, chatting the whole time about the reading area, her teacher, and which playground she liked best.
Even apart from my obvious bias, Thing 1 is just about the kindest, funniest, sweetest kid in the world. She’s a great artist and a wonderful big sister who loves nothing more than rainbows, unicorns, and dancing. This morning, she was thinking about recess, the lunch she packed herself, and learning to read. Unfortunately, as her dad, I need to think beyond that (although I also packed my own lunch).
If parenthood does anything, it changes your perspective on time. You must think five, ten, twenty years down the road. You have to think about summer camps, planning family holidays, and college savings funds. When should they get their own room? Their own cell phone? A car?
When I started this campaign, I said I got into this race to create the best hometown for my kids that I could. When I say this campaign is about our children, I don’t mean it as a cliche; I mean something concrete for my family and yours. What kind of future are we building for the next generation in Rockville?