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Transcript Of Chelsea Clinton's DNC Remarks Show Just How Proud She Is Of Her Mom

On Tuesday night, Hillary Clinton's presidential campaign officially ascended into a new, and historic, chapter when she became the first woman to earn the nomination on a major political party's ticket at the Democratic National Convention. It was a major symbolic feat for women and girls all across the United States. For the nominee's own daughter, Chelsea, of course, it was meaningful on a deeply personal level as well — and she had the honor of introducing Clinton before the former Secretary of State formally accepted the nom. A transcript of Chelsea Clinton's DNC remarks show just how proud she is of her mom, and that her accomplishment truly resonates within the Clinton family and far, far beyond.

When she addressed the DNC in Philadelphia via remote video appearance Tuesday, Clinton stressed the significance of her nomination from a feminist perspective. "I may become the first woman president, but one of you is next," she said, speaking directly to young girls watching. And although Chelsea is already a former first daughter from back when her dad, former President Bill Clinton, held the top job, it's clear that having her mother in the White House as Commander-in-Chief would represent the ultimate gender parity.

Bill Clinton gave a poignant, deeply humanizing speech about his wife Tuesday night, telling the crowd in Philadelphia and all American people about how he had to ask her three times to convince her to marry him — and how she's a fierce advocate for children who's "uniquely qualified for the role of president." With Chelsea Clinton, whom America first met as a pre-teen with braces but is now 36 with a daughter (and son!) herself, the DNC has been a true family affair and homecoming for the Clintons.

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Just as the theme of the night suggests, the show of familiar support for Clinton really underscores that they truly are "Stronger Together" when it comes to winning nominations — and elections. And now, with Hillary Clinton having "put the biggest crack in that glass ceiling yet," that's a legacy Chelsea Clinton will certainly pass onto her own daughter, Charlotte, who's almost 2.

Read the full transcript of Chelsea Clinton's remarks below:

It is such an honor for me to be here tonight. I'm here as a proud American, a proud Democrat, a proud mother, and, tonight in particular, a very, very proud daughter.
Mark and I can't quite believe it, but our daughter, Charlotte, is nearly 2 years old. She loves Elmo, she loves blueberries, and, above all, she loves Facetiming with Grandma. My mom can be about to walk onstage for a debate or a speech, and it just doesn't matter. She'll drop everything for a few minutes of blowing kisses and reading Chugga Chugga Choo Choo with her granddaughter.
Our son, Aidan, is five-and-a-half weeks old, and we are so thankful that he's healthy and thriving, and, well, we're a little biased, but we think he's just about the cutest baby in the world, a view I'm pretty sure my mom shares. And every day that I spend as Charlotte and Aidan's mother, I think about my own mother, my wonderful, thoughtful, hilarious mother.
My earlier memory is my mom picking me up after I had fallen down, giving me a big hug, and reading me Goodnight, Moon. From that moment to this one, every single memory I have of my mom is that regardless of what was happening in her life, she was always, always there for me. Every soccer game, every softball game, every piano recital, every dance recital, Sundays spent together at church and the local library, countless Saturdays spend finding shapes in the clouds, making up stories about what we would do if we ever met a Triceratops, in my opinion, the friendliest-looking dinosaurs, although my mom would always remind me they were still dinosaurs. As a kid, I was pretty obsessed with dinosaurs, and the day my parents took me to Dinosaur National Park, I didn't think life could get any better.
Whenever my mom was away for work, which, thankfully, didn't happen very often, she left notes for me to open every day she was gone, all stacked neatly together in a special drawer with a date on the front of each one so I would know which note to open on which day. When she went to France to learn about their childcare system, I remember one was all about the Eiffel Tower. Another was about the ideas she hoped to bring home to help the kids of Arkansas. I treasured each and every one of those notes. They were another reminder that I was always in her thoughts and in her heart.
Growing up, conversations around the dinner table always started with what I learned in school that day. I remember one week talking incessantly about a book that captured my imagination, A Wrinkle in Time. Only after my parents had listened to me would they then talk about what they were working on, education, healthcare, what was consuming their days and keeping them up at night.
I loved that my parents expected me to have opinions, and to be able to back them up with facts. I never once doubted that my parents cared about my thoughts and my ideas, and I always, always knew how deeply they loved me. That feeling of being valued and loved, that's what my mom wants for every child. It is the calling of her life.
My parents raised me to know how lucky I was that I never had to worry about food on the table, that I never had to worry about a good school to go to, that I never had to worry about a safe neighborhood to play in. And they taught me to care about what happens in our world, and to do whatever I could to change what frustrated me, what felt wrong. They taught me that's the responsibility that comes with being smiled on by fate. And I know my kids are a little young, but I'm already trying to instill those same values in them.
There's something else that my mother taught me: Public service is about service. And as her daughter, I've had a special window into how she serves. I've seen her holding the hands of mothers worried about how they'll feed their kids, worried about how they'll get them the health care they need. I've seen my mother promising to do everything she could to help. I've seen her right after those conversations getting straight to work, figuring out what she could do, who she could call, how fast she could get results. She always feel like there isn't a moment to lose, because she knows that for that mother, for that family, there isn't.
And I've also seen her at the low points, like the summer of 1994. Several people this week have talked about her fight for universal health care. I saw it up close. It was bruising. It was exhausting. She fought her heart out, and, as all of you know, she lost. For me, then 14 years old, it was pretty tough to watch. But my mom, she was amazing. She took a little time to replenish her spirits. Family movie nights definitely helped. Dad, as all of you now know, liked Police Academy. My mom and I loved Pride and Prejudice, and then she just got right back to work, because she believed she could still make a difference for kids.
People ask me all the time, how does she do it? How does she keep doing, amid the sounds and the fury of politics? Here's how: It's because she never, ever forgets who she's fighting for. She's worked to make it easier for foster kids to be adopted, for our 9/11 first responders to get the health care they deserve. For women around the world to be safe, to be treated with dignity, and to have more opportunities.
Fights like these, they're what keep my mother going. They grab her heart and her conscience and they never, ever let go. That's who my mom is. She's a listener and a doer. She's a woman driven by compassion, by faith, by a fierce sense of justice, and a heart full of love. So, this November, I'm voting for a woman who is my role model as a mother and as an advocate. A woman who has spent her entire life fighting for families, who will reform our criminal justice system, and who knows that women's rights are human rights.
I'm fighting got a fighter who never, ever gives up, and who believes that we can always do better when we come together and we work together. I hope that my children will someday be as proud of me as I am of my mom. I am so grateful to be her daughter. I'm so grateful that she is Charlotte and Aidan's grandmother. She makes me proud every single day. And, Mom, Grandma would be so, so proud of you tonight.
To everyone watching, here and at home: I know with all my heart that my mother will make us proud as our next president. This is the story of my mother, Hillary Clinton.

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