We are nearing the 2020 Presidential election and in case you are confused or disenchanted breath easier; I’ve got the perfect candidate for you!

I was seven months pregnant with my first child when I went to visit the White House with my suocera. We didn’t know what sex the baby was going to be, but my American mom in law, always light years ahead of her time, declared, “This child will live in the White House!”

A few years later my little boy and I were in the mommy and me program when the teacher asked me if he was born in the U.S. “Yes!” I replied. “He will be President!”

Fast forward a few years and my little boy was, in fact, building his resume to become a formidable presidential candidate one day.

In the third grade he would be asked by the teacher to go from A to B to collect and deliver an eraser to him; he would eventually go back to the teacher with the eraser, but only after taking his time to visit H, J, W and Z to make sure his constituency was taken care of. “How are you doing?”, he would cheerfully ask his potential future voters around the classroom. Very politically savvy! (That filled me with pride, I am sure!)

He was always very in sinc with the environment; while his soccer team run the ball towards the opponents’ goal, he would make sure butterflies wouldn’t get caught in the frenzy by chasing them the opposite way. So brave I could cry! (Most probably did!)

His commitment to seniors had no parallel; after his group tennis lessons I would be called by ladies I didn’t know who would ask me if I was the lucky mother of such a considerate little boy, who gallantly made sure he chased and took back to them all the balls they flew into some bush or other outside the courts. “You should be proud of your son!” Of course I am! His unselfishness and community organizational skills were taking over his own personal gain. Truly commendable! (…still crying.)

There is only a glitch about his candidacy to the Presidency; his Italian nonna, with high hierarchy prelates somewhere or other in her ancient family tree, had plans of her own concerning our young fellow’s promising future: “Sara’ Papa!” “He’ll be Pope!”

NO PRESSURE AT ALL!