Something Patriotic

It’s July 4th, which makes me feel like I should write something patriotic, acknowledging the day. But I’m not feeling very patriotic. My mind is focused on the twins attending orientation, getting things together for college, and going over lists and lists and lists for my lists of things we need to do to get them ready.

Independence, indeed.

It’s this strange idea that you turn a certain age, and you’re encouraged to be independent, whether you’re ready or not. I mean, yes, the twins will be fine. They will be ready. But it’s kind of strange when you step back and think about independence vs. interdependence. Why we cheer on one and barely mention the other.