Obama: I have to say she was pretty biased. [Laughs] She was proud of me even when I was a young ne’er-do-well, so she’d be pretty proud of me now. What she’d probably be most proud of is the fact that I’m a good husband and a good dad. You know, she was very lucky in so many ways, but she wasn’t always lucky in love. My father left very early in my life. She ended up divorcing my stepfather later on, so for her to see her son being somebody who is there for his family and who has been a junior partner but a pretty good partner in raising a couple of terrific girls—I think that would really make her happy.
RD: I’ve read that your mother told you, “If nothing else, I’ve given you an interesting life.” What kind of life do you want to give your daughters?
Obama: Well, they’ve already had an interesting life. The people I know who are happiest, in addition to having wonderful families, are also people who are making a contribution. Each of us finds our own way to make a contribution. I’ll probably warn them away from politics. [Laughs] But whatever path they choose, I hope that they will be thinking about what it’s doing for other people. Because, I’ve told them this before, I firmly believe that at the end of your life, when you look back, there are going to be two things you remember. It’s gonna be the love you had for friends and family and those moments when that love expressed itself. And then there are the memories of when you helped somebody out. I think that’s what shapes your life and gives it meaning.
RD: What’s the most memorable day you’ve ever had at church, excluding weddings and baptisms and things of that nature?
Obama: When I was working with a bunch of Catholic churches on the South Side [of Chicago]. I hadn’t been raised going to church regularly. But here I was working with these churches, and I thought, I need to start going to church a little more. I remember the first time that I went to a very small storefront church in Chicago. It was an African American church, a Baptist church. There probably weren’t more than a hundred people in the congregation. They had maybe ten people in the choir. But the joy and the energy that they projected in that church—and everybody was singing. I remember starting to cry during this service just because you could see these were mostly folks who were working-class, never had a lot of money, didn’t have a lot of material possessions. Many of them were middle-aged or older and probably had experienced prejudice in their lives or certainly hardship. To see how their faith and God’s grace could lift them out of their daily circumstances was really moving to me. I think those early visits started my own faith journey.