And So It Goes...

The day after the election was my birthday, and I woke up thinking, now what? I felt…well, actually, I'm not sure I can put into words how I felt. I sat quietly in the dark. I sat in silence. I let the tears do their thing. They streamed down my face. On this day of my birth, I cried and cried.

As I sat alone in the dark, I realized that the first thing I did on this very day when I was born was cry. Now here I was, crying again. Wow. I thought of my mother, who gave me life. Throughout my life, people always came up to my mother and said, "Eunice Shriver, you should be president; you should run." They’d tell her, "It’s not just for your brothers. It’s for you too." But in my mother’s time, a female president was unthinkable.