I cried today. It was approximately 11:45 am ET when I watched Kamala Harris sworn in as Vice President of the United States. My soon-to-be eight-year-old daughter was by my side. She understood my tears were of happiness. But to her, this inauguration was a non-event.
Eight-year-olds around America are growing up knowing that a woman can be vice president. Eight-year-olds around the country are watching glass ceilings shattered without having to see it as exceptional or extraordinary.
Because, for them, it’s just normal.
My daughter’s friend is hoping to become the first female president of America. I told my daughter that I hope her friend doesn’t succeed, and my daughter replied, “because we don’t want to wait that long for a female president.” My daughter believes all of the glass ceilings are in the process of being shattered right now, during her childhood. I hope and believe that she is right.