As someone who covers the 2016 presidential candidates while parenting three young children, I spend half my waking hours keeping an eye on rowdy juveniles who hunger for attention, don’t listen, fib often, pick on each other, fight incessantly, refuse to admit they’re wrong, and don’t know how to behave in public.
The rest of the time, I’m tending to my kids.
When I fuse my two roles together, I realize that the one gift I owe my children during this holiday season is an apology. I had hopes this year of giving them something special that could last a lifetime. But I wasn’t able to deliver.
What I wanted to give them was a country that is capable of having a national dialogue that informs rather than infuriates, and enlightens rather than enrages. Americans are not there yet. In fact, as we’re often reminded during election years, we have a long way to go.