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Happy Mother's Day: Post 3

I am an avid news junkie. While my favorites (just because they're fun) are ESPN and local Michigan sports news, I would say I tap on my BBC app before I go to Facebook. It's gotten to the point where if I add one more app to my "News" subsection on my Iphone home screen, I'll have to swipe just to see all of my news options.

Being as connected to the news as I am, I consider myself pretty well-informed politically, and these last few months have been hard with the new administration. While having a job offer revoked is one reason for me to not like things, I also don't agree politically with a lot of what is going on. Today's firing of James Comey represented yet another strike against our current president in my book, despite my personal views on what Comey has done over the last year. By all accounts that I have heard, he was a good FBI director and tried his best to be nonpartisan.

All of this aside, I have always appreciated being able to talk to my mom about pretty much anything in current affairs or politics and be able to have a discussion about things. It doesn't mean that we agreed with each other on everything, but I always knew that if the two of us were in a car together, and I said: "What do you think about ____?" or "Have you heard about ___?" my mom almost definitely had an opinion to which I could respond.

I don't have a specific memory for this post, because this has happened so many times, but I can picture it really well. My mom is driving Greenie to somewhere, I'm in the passenger side seat, my foot is up on the dash because no matter how far back I put the chair, I can never quite stretch out my legs enough to be comfortable. :-) There's a recent TIME magazine on the back seat or in the pocket of the driver's seat, and the two of us are talking about some problem in the world and what we think should be done. We've had these conversations about Brexit, Obama being president, Russia's invasion of Ukraine, and I even remember doing this about President Bush when he was in office. It could usually have been sparked by something we are listening to on: "All Things Considered," on NPR, too. We love listening and reading the news, and our discussions together have always been thought provoking and engaging for me.

This connection to mama is also completely from her, through her mother, and through her mother's father. No offense to my dad, but he's definitely not someone who cares to think about the wider world too much. This connection to mama is also vitally important for me now, as my career goals have been shaped by my love of news. I still remember getting the Centre Daily Times every day for free at the high school to read, and recognizing that politics featured prominently in what I wanted to do for my career. While it's gotten a little sidetracked for the next couple of years, I attribute much of what I intend to do to my mom and the influence it has had on me.

Happy Mother's Day mama!

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  1. I have just loved these posts. They remind of all the reasons that I love spending time with you, Cheese. You are a great "first" kid :-)

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