Beauty. Style. Grace. Michelle Obama. Need I say more.
She was the first and will probably be the last of what the First Lady should truly encompass as the woman who stands not behind, nor in front, but beside a great man. Never perturbed by what others thought she “should” look or act like, and for that matter, what her kids should act like, she belonged to herself, being herself.
And that’s exactly what made this nation so proud to call her FLOTUS. From her candor as, first and foremost, “mom-in-chief” to being married to our president, who ain’t bad either, we fell in love with her – quickly and deeply.
She was like our aunt, sister, or friend stepping out on stage in 2008 and 2012; an instant connection because of her humility – and she was headed to the White House. The same house, built by slaves, which she unequivocally brought to our attention during her speech at the DNC, speaking her truth. Yes ma’am this was our First Lady, my First Lady.
There were so many firsts but the first that will forever go down in history; she was our first black First Lady. Just stop right there and take it in. FIRST.
In my excitement as we came to know her, I wrote an ode about Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama when her husband was the Democratic presidential candidate. I rummaged through my 44th presidential paraphernalia this week and found it. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
While I would never bore you with the entire poem, here are a couple stanzas (I know a little something about poetry) that speak to how proud I am to have called her the First Lady.
You, a black woman, strong, courageous, elegant, determined
led the way like so many other black women – Harriet, Ida, and Madame C.J.
You, a black woman, like me, married an educated and dedicated man
who values family & fellowship and are true to their word as men
You, a black woman, with two beautiful black children, whom you hold
near and dear to your heart and cherish with your touch, defines the meaning of family
You a black woman, gave your husband a front-fist pound (on national TV )
which spoke pride to all black men, women, and children
You, a black woman, wore a White House Black Market dress
and will soon occupy the White House, the most prominent address in our nation
You, a black woman, often imitated, but never duplicated
will be the First Lady of this country
You, Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama
I thank you for being a black woman
I can’t begin to tell you how much she has influenced me and so many other women I imagine. It’s tough seeing her leave the White House, that great man we called our president, and those two girls who have become women before our very own eyes. And let’s not forget momma Robinson who came along too :o).
We all should be thankful we experienced this in our lifetime. As Dr. Seuss says
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
Because the sun always comes out after the rain. . .