On the day I was born, my Mom would have smiled if she was told who she voted for President of the United States in 2016.

Of course, she would have also been disappointed by the outcome. A lot.

Hillary Rodham was a 6-year-old girl in Park Ridge, Illinois, in April 1954. What probably would have shocked her that day was if you told this daughter of conservative Republicans that she would become the symbol of liberalism for a time.

The journey will make for an epic movie someday. She married Bill Clinton, a fellow Yale Law School grad. He became governor of Arkansas and then President of the United States, telling people that they were getting “two for the price of one” because of how accomplished she was.

While First Lady, she won a Senate seat from New York. She sought the presidency in 2008, losing the Democratic nomination to Barack Obama, who named her Secretary of State. She ran for president again in 2016 and lost to Vladimir Putin’s pet pooch, in part because Putin hated her guts.

In the process, Hillary Clinton became symbolic of the progress – and the sometimes the lack of – toward women’s equality over the course of the last 70 years. She epitomized America Ferrara’s monologue in “Barbie” – criticized for dumb crap like her hairdo or the fact that she was “too assertive,” something you never hear ascribed to men.

She stood by her husband when he was forced to admit his infidelity for the world to see. And while many thought she would leave him when it was politically advantageous to do so, they’re still together.

My Mom was so proud that day in 2016 when she cast her absentee ballot for Hillary Rodham Clinton. One of her great disappointments was that she never saw a woman become President.

Hopefully, her granddaughter won’t say the same thing.