It looks like I won’t be running for political office. My tear ducts are too active.
Besides that, my kids have a list of what they call “Mom’s Dorkisms” which they will happily reveal to dissuade me. Their wish to keep me — and themselves — out of the national public eye is enough to make me weep.
I should be glad, even though a friend once asked me why I didn't give it a try.
Well, first of all, I tend to cry at a Walmart ribbon cutting so I wouldn’t do well with more serious issues.
Secondly, I look terrible when I get into a crying jag. My nose gets red, a vein on my forehead pops out, and even the acclaimed waterproof mascara doesn’t stand a chance.
But the bigger reason for not stepping into the political arena — besides the fact that I can’t spy any Kleenex on the Congressional floor — is that crying doesn’t seem to be fashionable in Washington, D.C. or anywhere else on the political scene.
Incoming Speaker of the House, John Boehner, has taken a beating in the press and on talk shows because he shows emotion. I wouldn’t blame him if he shed a few extra tears about the criticism because it definitely has to hurt.
But the television clip I saw of Congressman Boehner made me appreciate the depth of his feelings when it comes to the future of America’s children.
He’s worried. So am I.
When I was growing up you could grab hold of the American Dream. The world was your oyster; opportunities for unlimited success were yours if you worked hard and dreamed big.
The generations before us had sacrificed and as a result, hoped to give the children that followed a better chance. Their willingness to make difficult choices allowed my generation to enjoy a level of prosperity never seen before.
And that may be what is worrying Rep. Boehner, if I understand his sentimentality about the generations that are coming up. They may not have a chance to enjoy the America that we have known. Our country is in horrendous debt and keeps digging itself in deeper.
Personally, I would like to see the politicians in Congress start shedding tears over the national debt and stop spending money we don’t have. Now is the moment in time for tissues and tough decisions.
The last thing I want is my grandchildren — and great-grandchildren — weeping over their lost American dream.