Family is interesting because you don't get to choose. You get what you get.
Sure, you can choose to interact or not, to be an active participant in different lives or not, but who you are and where you fit, in an objective sense, is out of your control.
When I had my first baby, I became a mom. My husband became a dad. Whether my brothers were interested or not, they became uncles. My parents became grandparents regardless of whether they were ready to think of themselves that way yet. A new life creates labels like "cousin" and "great-aunt" and "niece" automatically. When I chose to become a parent it imposed new levels of identity up and down my family tree forever and always.
My own space apart from the babble of the internet
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Saturday, July 15, 2017
Monday, July 3, 2017
Reading the Bill of Rights
When I work in the kitchen or drive somewhere I usually listen to the news on the radio. Quinn, if he's helping me out or along for a ride, listens too. We used to play a game on the drive to Latin where before I would turn on the news we would each guess what the topic might be and see who got closer. But now it's all Trump all the time, so that game has lost its appeal.
Usually when we listen to the news Quinn has questions. Some of them are obvious, many are not, and too often I can't answer them as well as I'd like. (That's where Google comes in handy.)
The other day during a particular news story they kept talking about first amendment rights and Quinn asked what that meant. I explained that the first ten amendments of the Constitution of the United States are referred to as the Bill of Rights, and the first one guaranteed freedom of religion, speech, and assembly. We had an interesting discussion about what the exceptions were. We talked about different ways people have found to confront speech they didn't like.
In any case, the thing that surprised me as I had this conversation with my son in the kitchen as I was chopping vegetables, was that I realized as I was talking to him that I couldn't name all ten amendments. I can name all ten commandments from the bible even though it's not my thing. I apparently use the Jewish numbering which I didn't realize until I looked it up to explain to Quinn that different religions using those same commandments actually number then differently. (This is something I wonder about when people put up ten commandment monuments since however they get numbered is a nod to a particular sect, not just to Judeo-Christian culture in general, but whatever.) The average person I run into who claims to construct their life around those commandments can't actually name them, which I find either amusing or irritating depending upon the day.
But then I claim to hold up the Constitution as central to the choices I have available to me as a citizen of this country, and yet I wouldn't be able to tell someone what was in the entire Bill of Rights.
I had Quinn Google it and read me each amendment aloud. I was sort of stunned by how much of it was unfamiliar. So for anyone else on this American holiday who wants a refresher course on the Bill of Rights, here they are along with a few notes about what Quinn and I discussed as we read through them:
Usually when we listen to the news Quinn has questions. Some of them are obvious, many are not, and too often I can't answer them as well as I'd like. (That's where Google comes in handy.)
The other day during a particular news story they kept talking about first amendment rights and Quinn asked what that meant. I explained that the first ten amendments of the Constitution of the United States are referred to as the Bill of Rights, and the first one guaranteed freedom of religion, speech, and assembly. We had an interesting discussion about what the exceptions were. We talked about different ways people have found to confront speech they didn't like.
In any case, the thing that surprised me as I had this conversation with my son in the kitchen as I was chopping vegetables, was that I realized as I was talking to him that I couldn't name all ten amendments. I can name all ten commandments from the bible even though it's not my thing. I apparently use the Jewish numbering which I didn't realize until I looked it up to explain to Quinn that different religions using those same commandments actually number then differently. (This is something I wonder about when people put up ten commandment monuments since however they get numbered is a nod to a particular sect, not just to Judeo-Christian culture in general, but whatever.) The average person I run into who claims to construct their life around those commandments can't actually name them, which I find either amusing or irritating depending upon the day.
But then I claim to hold up the Constitution as central to the choices I have available to me as a citizen of this country, and yet I wouldn't be able to tell someone what was in the entire Bill of Rights.
I had Quinn Google it and read me each amendment aloud. I was sort of stunned by how much of it was unfamiliar. So for anyone else on this American holiday who wants a refresher course on the Bill of Rights, here they are along with a few notes about what Quinn and I discussed as we read through them: