So, in light of my rebellious confession, I feel I need to go deeper here with my peeps.
Let’s talk about traditions.
I already touched on the traditional role of a stay at home mom cooking the dinner. And how that thought not only makes me want to rebel and run away, but it also slightly makes me a bit nauseous.
But, I also have issue with traditions. Doing things simply because it’s the “American Way.”
I did not grow up in a typical way. Some of it I loved, some of it not so much.
I don’t necessarily want the memories of every other person I meet. I like that some of my childhood stuff is different. That it sets me apart. Although strange, I like that ground seasoned hamburger meat constituted a meal in my home. It was good, I loved it, and I can’t say that too many people I know can say that.
I like different. It feels good. It suits me.
I mean, isn’t it more about the love we are giving then what and how things are being done. Isn’t it that our kids simply remember how much they were loved, adored and cared for far more important then if they had a three course well rounded meal every night? (oh yes, it always goes back to the cooking. Always.)
So you see, that’s what I’m saying.
In my eyes, it doesn’t have to be typical. It doesn’t have to be the norm. It can be different then your neighbor or your cousin. God created every single person on this earth to be unique. So why can’t that flow into our lives?
Being American to me doesn’t mean having to be the same, or typical. Of course, if the American Dream or typical suits you, I am all for supporting you in your cause. I just don’t want to wear it. All I desire is to be loved and accepted for what I choose as well.
See, rebellious I tell you.
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