Perhaps it is because I’m older.
Perhaps it is because I have four daughters.
Perhaps it is because we’ve been living through a pandemic.
Perhaps it is because I’ve been homeschooling this year.
But today, I felt like I took my first breath in a long time.
I’ve rewatched Amanda Gorman’s poem more times than I can count, nearly memorizing every verse.
And each time I am refilled with a sense of hope I hadn’t even realized I’d lost until it was refilled.
The term “Presidential” regained the meaning I’d always acquainted it with: goodness, leadership, honorability.
A new era for my daughters that I can be proud to raise them within.
Yes, it feels good to breathe again.