post fireworks

These are my kids. They were key players in the election of progressive cadidate Aaron Peskin to Dsitrict 3 Supervisor's seat in San Fransisco. While the progressives lost all the other major races across the country, this race was the exception. My husband asked me how it felt to be the mother of a successful campaign staffer and strategist. And I said, "Pretty good."

I got a call from my son this morning and he told me all of the gossip and intrigue of the race. He was funny and nice. He told me he was starting back to work on Supervisor Jane Kim's State Senate bid next week. And though he felt sort of empty he was happy and not depressed.

But then he suddenly had to go and hung  up. This after telling me his dad had dropped by the office during the race and smoozed with the candidate. This is so typical of that bastard. I haven't met anyone. But his dad knows all the players!

Sometimes I feel like a mere asterisk in my son's life. When I talked this over with my mom she tells me not to feel too bad. Kids his age want to make a name for themselves. They don't want their mothers and dads hanging around. But I still feel bad.

Still I guess if you have to be estranged from your kids it's better if they are successful and not out on the streets. I thank God for that. So as regards my magnificent life it's got to be for me not my kids. They're making their own magnificent lives as they should be. That leaves me to my own. I'd better get back to it. The fireworks are over.