This past week we celebrated the United States’ independence from Britain. All across the country people celebrated with parades, fireworks, parties and barbeques. My family spent some time with extended family at my in-laws’ cottage. But as we celebrated our independence, I couldn’t help but think about what independence means to my family and the many people like us throughout this country. One thing is for sure, we weren’t the ones setting off fireworks, though there were plenty of them going off around our neighborhood. Just listening to these relatively distant loud bangs and pops or seeing the flashing colors was enough to aggravate my own senses. I can only imagine how much these stimulations irritated my children; though I know Alex and Ben found it difficult to sleep while all of that was going on.
My reflections on the meaning of independence were a bit more basic. What is independence? Why is it so important to people in this country? What will independence look like for my family as my children grow up? What will it look like for each of my children once they become adults? I tried to find a way to fit this all into one post. Obviously, I failed. So, consider these topics on your own and in the next few posts I’ll relate my thoughts on each of these topics and try to pull it all together into some kind of conclusion.
I know that’s not very reassuring, but try to stick with me. It should be an interesting ride!