Growing up I would see my mom run from place to place from office to bakery. And this continued up until I was finally old enough to have my own life to pay more attention to. I was so busy and so caught up in my own life, when I finally started to pay attention to my moms again I was greeted with the same mother but a different woman. It was amazing to see this once young 20 something single mom turn into the amazing business woman she is today- this transformation happening right in front of my eyes.
Around the time that I was in middle school, my mom started branching out- she started advocating for small business and for the return of Seattle into what it used to be. And every time my friends would text me that “woah, ur moms on the news dude” I would pretend to be embarrassed, I would ignore the text, and I avoided any Seattle news channels like the plague. But then when everyone would fall asleep, I would sit there and open my computer, turn the volume all the way down and watch these clips of my mom changing the city I call home. I would watch these snippets of her talking with a smile beaming across my face and admiration in my eyes. I would look around making sure no one saw the dimples forming on either side of my cheeks. Because as an angsty pre teen it was my job to be embarrassed of her- yet deep down I couldn’t be, every time someone brought up her name the words “that’s my mom” would swell up inside me- and most times I wouldn’t say it. And yet every time I saw this news story of how she is helping downtown, how her words and actions have implemented actual change around me I would feel this twinge of pride, of honor, of luckiness, how could I have been so lucky to be born to such a powerful and amazing woman- a woman who had done so much to improve the community I live in. So, every once in a while the phrase “that’s my mom” would slip out.
Those words filled with so much pride, happiness, but mainly so much admiration. My mom had become a figure that I looked up to, I decided that if I could achieve even the fraction of change that my mother has- I would be happy in life. So somewhere in between the running from bakery, to office, to school, to doctors appointments- turned into running for city council, for business awards, for boards and positions even I couldn’t dream of. Her unique position has provided me with so much wisdom and so many opportunities, ones that I am eternally grateful for. If she ran for city council, those opportunities wouldn’t just be limited to me, those would be available to everyone in downtown. I have been blessed to see my mom work, and even more blessed to see what that work can do.
If given the chance to see her do that work on an even bigger scale- I would immediately take it. Everyone wants a better, cleaner downtown- one where its own residents aren’t afraid to walk the streets at night or on their own. And seeing what my mom has been able to do, I know that with the right people and the right environment she can achieve that. She is the person I learned from that if you set your mind to it you can do anything, and that is not something I learned through her words, but rather through her actions. I have seen the things she can do, I have seen what power people hold just through their voice. On top of this my mother believes that you can do a lot by speaking out about issues, but you can achieve even more by taking action. I want to see someone take action, and I want that person to be Olga Sagan. But most, I want to be able to see the things she will do if she runs for city council.
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