Tuesday night’s election outcome was unlike any I’ve ever witnessed. I was struck by the moments of graciousness, the oneness, the powerful coming together of past and future.
I admired Senator John McCain’s concession speech, his encouragement “to bridge our differences.” I was equally impressed with Senator Barack Obama’s call to “a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other.”
A defining moment in history to be sure. As uplifted as I was by the rhetoric and pageantry I had more than one or two pangs of envy when I heard talk of one day reliving the moment with grandchildren. No election would be complete if politicians and pundits didn’t talk repeatedly about the importance of leaving the world a better place for “our children” or ensuring that we create abundant opportunities and options for “future generations.”
While intellectually I agree wholeheartedly with the sentiments, those expressions also chafe some. It’s one thing to know deep down that infertility robs us of many life defining experiences, it’s another to be reminded (repeatedly) that a whole host of experiences will never get passed along.
So what do I do to overcome those pangs and chafes? I remind myself that we are all in this together, that “our children” is a collective. Last night taught me that there is no more powerful feeling than being a part of something greater than ourselves.