Reflections of a resting Scottish Green Party activist

A silhouette of a hand placing a vote into a ballot box

This day four years ago, I’d been up since 6am. I’d spent an hour driving round Edinburgh to put A-Boards up outside polling stations, before standing outside Barclay Church all day with my rosette on – chatting to a young Tory and smiling at voters in the hope it might persuade them to vote Green. When the polls closed I grabbed some dinner with DorkyDad, and we headed out to Ingliston for a long and depressing night at the Lothian count.

Today, I’ve been up since 6am. I spent an hour making breakfast, playing with trucks and reading books to DorkySon, before toddling up the road to go and vote.  When the polls close I will probably be tucked up in bed, although if DorkySon wakes up at 2am and shouts for me to tuck Peter Rabbit’s toes back in, like he did last night, I may well have a sneaky peek on my iPad to see what results are in.

It feels very odd. Last time round, I was a candidate, this time round I haven’t even stuck a poster in my window. (Although I am still happy for my voting choices to be known – Labour for the constituency vote, Green for the list vote, Yes To AV). Last time round I got a mention on the Scottish Blog Roundup for being one of the few candidates to use Facebook as a campaign tool. This time round I haven’t even added a Twibbon to my profile picture.

There are many, many people who manage to do a great job of combining political activism and parenting – some of them at the very highest levels of politics – but I’m afraid I am not one of them. There are only so many hours in the day, and if it comes down to a choice between pounding up and down tenement stairs delivering eve of poll cards or giving my son a bath and reading his bedtime story, then my son is always going to win.

I am aware that this is a pretty selfish stance. Ironically, it is only when you become a parent that you start to truly appreciate some of the gains that have been hard-won by those activists that came before you. Every time I take DorkySon to the doctor or the local library, or walk past the school he’ll be attending in a few years, I am grateful to live in a place where those services are available… and then I start to worry that the ongoing cuts are going to make them less and less available. As DorkySon grows older I hope to re-engage more actively with party politics, and start doing some of the grunt work again.

But in the meantime, all I really want to say today is thank you. Thank you to everyone who has been out doing the dirty work for the last month – the canvassing, the street stalls, the leaflet drops. No matter how much you believe in what you’re doing, that kind of work is not much fun, and very often comes with scant reward.

For the rest of us, the very least we can do is take five minutes out of the day to go and vote. And make sure we smile at the folk wearing rosettes outside the Polling Station, because they’ve probably been there a while.


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8 responses

  1. Nice post, my sabbatical has been for slightly different reasons but today I really feel like I’m missing out and letting the side down. When I can pluck up the mental courage to go and vote I will remember to smile at the activists.

  2. Oh, how I hear you. This time last year I had mad ideas of how engaged I’d be in this campaign, and in reality I’ll have managed one hour of polling station standing and a few evenings of looking after the kids while the other half did week of poll cards.

    I know there are people who can do both, but I’m not one. Not with kids at the ages mine are.

  3. Thanks Zoe – I’m really looking forward to reading more of your blog. Are you going to stay up/get up and watch the results?

    Nuala – I was getting frustrated with myself at how uninvolved I was, which is why I left the party and decided to take a real step back rather than spread myself too thinly. When I realised I was deleting every SGP email without even reading it, I knew it was time for a break.

    Props to those who can get the balance right, but it wasn’t working for me.

  4. I voted and I smiled (and cried a little inside!) I’m going to stay up or get up for the results. Must get back to blogging, not sure why I stopped.

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  6. It is a shame that parenting doesn’t leave as much time for these things as we used to have but I think we can’t be too hard on ourselves as we’ve got many years ahead of us to get involved again. One of the reasons I started Political Mummy was to keep in touch while the boys are young. I hope you’ll link something up to the Love Politics Blogs.

    • Thanks Cat 🙂 I think you’re right that we need to be kind to ourselves – and I guess also acknowledge that even if we’re not out there campaigning or involved in ‘big P’ politics, we can still have an influence by trying to bring our children up in a way that reflects our political ideals.

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