I suspect that President Obama has learned to glide. And that's what allows him to - as Michelle describes - play the long game.The labouring through what is still undone,as though, legs bound, we hobbled along the way,is like the awkward walking of the swan.And dying - to let go, no longer feelthe solid ground we stand on every dayis like his anxious letting himself fallinto the water, which receives him gentlyand which, as though with reverence and joy,draws back past him in streams on either side;while, infinitely silent and aware,in his full majesty and ever moreindifferent, he condescends to glide.
Here's the thing about my husband: even in the toughest moments, when it seems like all is lost, Barack Obama never loses sight of the end goal. He never lets himself get distracted by the chatter and the noise, even if it comes from some of his best supporters. He just keeps moving forward.
And in those moments when we're all sweating it, when we're worried that the bill won't pass or the negotiation will fall through, Barack always reminds me that we're playing a long game here. He reminds me that change is slow — it doesn't happen overnight.
If we keep showing up, if we keep fighting the good fight and doing what we know is right, then eventually we will get there.
We always have.