Kids and politics

Kids are unique. And often, they just don't mix well with many other of this world's ingredients.
Kind of like oil and water.
Kids and politics - two terms you seldom hear uttered in the same breath. And for good reason.
But I went against the grain and dragged all three of my charges to the town hall to witness history in the making. I made them watch as dear, old dad submitted his nomination papers to run for regional council in this fall's municipal election. I even took pictures outside town hall and a good citizen stopped to snap one of me and my brood. Felt like tourists, but it was fun.
Of course, I had to explain to them the intricacies of local politics in several car rides where I had their full attention. Not easy teaching local government 101 to eager beavers who have limited attention spans. But I think I got my message across.
I told them I'd be busy over the next few months, getting out and about meeting and greeting people and talking with them about local issues. They were already primed, given my years as editor of the local newspaper, so this won't shock their tiny systems. I also told them people aren't always nice during election campaigns and mud will be thrown. They wondered why. I do, too.
My son's solution was, of course, fitting for a young male. A well placed kick to a sensitive spot on the body, was his recommendation. But his comment made me think of the conflicts that typically arise in a school yard or sports field. Maybe kids do have an understanding of politics after all!
I've wanted to run for politics for years, but my newspaper career prevented me from exploring this level of public service. Now, the timing is perfect and I'm eager to roll up my sleeves and get to work!
It's a strange thing, trying to garner public support for a job. It's like trying to prove to thousands of potential bosses that you're the most qualified and best suited person for the job. And so, over the weeks and months to come, I will try to do just that. In the end, the grueling "interview" will be conducted by literally thousands of my fellow citizens, who will judge me, question me, test me, poke me and prod me.
As scary as that seems, there are three souls who have my back - my kids. They've given me the thumbs-up and that's the fuel in my tank that I need to hit the ground running.
I hope I make them proud!