It all started in pre-school. My children discovered a love for the presidents, and with our boy that love was for Abraham Lincoln. So when I flew back east with the kids for a few days to attend a meeting in Alexandria, I made it our mission to do a whirlwind tour of my favorite D.C. sites in one quick yet beautiful evening. First stop: Lincoln Memorial. What a thrill to walk those steps up to the top and look out over the National Mall. And I was asked to read the Gettysburg Address to them as it was inscribed on the wall. I did. And got all choked up by the end of it.
D.C. on a spring evening is incomparable in its beauty. While we had just missed the cherry blossoms, we were right in the heart of field trip season. Kids on field trips can be a little crazy, but there is something about the sense of place around these memorials that keeps them for the most part respectful and observant. It gives me hope.
If you haven't been to Mount Rushmore, please do yourself a favor and go. I am still awestruck looking at these photos. And no picture will do it justice. None. Ever. You must see this for yourself. Here, in the middle of the Black Hills, is this immense memorial to our presidential greats. They are positioned in the mountains facing east. From their vantage point, they are looking out over the prairie and the portion of the American continent that they truly helped to develop. And as you drive around in the Black Hills, though you may be many miles and ridgelines away from Mount Rushmore, they suddenly appear as a distinct outcrop in the distance.
I'm a dreamer. I believe that the world holds amazing opportunities for our children. I didn't plan for our spring to hold so many presidential-themed events, but it came at the perfect time. There are these people in our past that did great things for their fellow man and I think it is inspiring that there is hope for that in the future...but not if we don't share the message with our kids.
Dare to dream, people.
Dare to make a difference.