I became an anxious voter after the time I was denied a ballot more than 20 years ago.
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I had waited to vote after work on Election Day and arrived at the polling station shortly before it was closing. For whatever reason, they couldn’t find my name on the voting rolls. It was too late for me to drive to the county’s election headquarters, where they could have looked up my registration. No one told me about filling out a provisional ballot, nor was I aware that there are free legal hotlines to help voters who are turned away on Election Day.
It wasn’t a presidential election, but I vote in every midterm and most municipal elections, too.
I left that night feeling like something precious had been taken from me.
I vowed to show up as early as possible for every future election to avoid ever experiencing that again. When I had very young children at home, this meant taking them with me to the polls. Bringing your child to vote with you is legal in every state, although a few limit how many children can accompany a parent. We were lucky to always encounter election workers who greeted young children enthusiastically. I made sure to bring snacks for the kids, explain why our civic duty was so important, vote quickly and let them pick their own "I voted" stickers.
These field trips were borne out of necessity, but I also wanted to create positive associations with voting and instill a lifelong habit in my children.
Neither of them remember those experiences since they were so young. But conversations around elections have been a constant in our home.
During the pandemic, our eldest child cast her first ballot. I documented the entire process, even when she rolled her eyes because I was taking too many pictures.
My husband, who was recovering from a severe COVID-19 infection, had to take an oxygen tank with him to the polls to help him breathe while he waited in line. It demonstrated his commitment to his civic duty more than anything he has ever said about voting.
During the last midterms, our daughter registered and voted while away at college in a different state. On Election Day, she woke up at 7 a.m. and walked half a mile to a polling station -- while recovering from a cold.
This is not a child inclined to waking up early.
My heart filled with joy when I heard the effort she made. (Although I wondered why she hadn’t voted early.)
This year, for the first time, Missouri is allowing no-excuse early voting. I showed up on the first day and waited more than an hour in a line that snaked out the door and wrapped around the building. Behind me, there was a mother with her 30-year-old son. He had attended the same elementary school as my children, albeit a decade before them. His mother asked him if they could take a selfie together, and he agreed after they got their "I voted" stickers.
Their exchange made me miss my young adult children.
This year will be the first time our youngest child votes in a presidential election. He said he wanted to vote with his friends on Election Day. My election anxiety reared its head when I heard this plan. What if something came up -- bad weather, illness or some school commitment -- that day?
I implored him to vote early. He promised he would.
Like so many other Americans, I have felt anxiety around this election. It has felt fraught with high stakes for the country and our rights. After I took the time to research all the candidates, amendments, propositions and judges on my ballot and cast my vote, I felt some of that anxiety lift. For all the times I’ve felt helpless and hopeless about things happening outside of my influence, the act of voting gave me a moment of control.
I’ve done my part. I’ve encouraged and taught our children to do theirs from the time they were toddlers until they became old enough to vote themselves.
They know the sacrifices generations of Americans made to ensure all our citizens had a voice in how we are governed. For us, voting is a sacred trust: a promise we keep to the people who were denied this basic right for too long.
It’s time to use our voice.