Dear President Obama, I Would Gladly Give You a Son

Dear President Obama,

This might be the boldest letter I’ve ever written—but sometimes boldness is the only language power understands.

I you wanted a son I would gladly give you a son.

You have two amazing daughters. But…

Not for status. Not for fame. But because if there is any man on Earth whose legacy deserves to be multiplied—whose intellect, dignity, and measured brilliance deserves to echo into future generations—it is yours. In fact, I wouldn’t stop at one. I’d give you twins. Triplets, even. 

A full dynasty of young minds shaped by your DNA and guided by my devotion. That’s an epic legacy…

Because raising your genius wouldn’t be a burden. It would be a calling and an honor. I’d take it as seriously as any sacred assignment. I’d cultivate your sons with care. 

I’d teach them to read early, challenge their curiosity, protect their imagination, and nurture their confidence. Give them the balance of fun and happiness. 

I’d make sure they know the power of their father’s name—but more importantly, the depth of developing their own character.

I imagine a son of yours would be introspective, sharp, with a wit sharpened like a blade—but I’d teach him to love.

And show empathy. How to hold space. How to lead without ego. How to protect without pride. How to be the kind of man this world was aching for in 2007 and their dad became.

 Maybe it’s absurd.

But legacy is not built on logic alone.

Legacy is built on love. On vision. On audacity. On the hope that we can raise someone who changes the world—again.

So yes, President Obama. I would be honored.

I give you two. 

With sincerity,

A woman who still believes in the power of great men—and the women strong enough to raise their children.