For as long as I can remember my Mom took me with her to vote. This left a huge impression on me growing up. Voting was something important. It was so important that my Mom would put up with my constant talking and inability to stand still just so she could make her voice heard. I would like to think she brought my brother and I with her because she wanted to set a good example. And perhaps that is part of the reason, but in reality it was probably because she could only vote in the morning before work and daycare didn't start until 7. But whatever her reasons were when she dragged us to the polls at 6:30 am every November, it made a mark on me.
I thought about this this morning as I was standing in line to vote. I thought about the first time I voted. It was November 7, 2000, I was a senior in high school and it was a school day. I have never been a morning person but I was so excited that I was awake and ready to go before my Mom had even come downstairs. I was really excited and I kept asking (pestering) my Mom if we could go yet. We left together and went to our polling place (which was the Kroger down the street). We didn't have to wait too long but I remember that it felt like forever before I stepped behind the curtains and into the voting booth. I went slow and took my time, making sure the red light popped up next to the right candidate. I triple checked and then I hit the big red VOTE button. I stepped out and was given a sticker and ushered out the door and on to school.
Now I'm 16 years older and I (at least I hope) a bit wiser. I'm still not a morning person but I woke up at 5 am, got dressed, grabbed some coffee, and lined up at my polling place by 6 am. I tried to convince my kids to get up with me (they have gone with me to almost every election) but watching history unfold was not something they wanted to experience at 6 am. That’s okay though because I know that they know how important voting is and when they are old enough I know they will take advantage of early voting in Ohio so they don’t have to get up at 6 am. Standing in line, coffee in hand, I browsed Facebook and Instagram while I waited for the clock to hit 6:30. I was encouraged to see so many people from my precinct lined up and ready to go.
The polls opened on time and I patiently waited for my turn. 35 minutes later I was ushered to the digital ballot (this time in a middle school gym). I set down my coffee and pushed the boxes for my chosen candidates and for the issues I supported. As always I triple checked to make sure everything was correct. I pushed the green VOTE button twice, watched to make sure it went through, then I picked up my coffee, took my sticker, and walked out the door as the sun was rising.