Parenting & Patriotism.

I love the fourth of July. As far as holidays go, it’s my hands-down favorite. There’s no obligatory gift giving, no stressful family meals, no cards to be exchanged, no mile long to-do lists. It’s just beach, barbeque, booze and fire works. And really, what could be better than that?


Being that my oldest is at the age where she wants to know everything about EVERYTHING, we spent a good part of the day talking about the American Revolution, about how it’s worth celebrating the fact that our country is free, and about how the fireworks are supposed to remind us of the bombs bursting in the air, like in the song we sing at Dodger games. And my daughter, being the eager to please, earnest child that she is, announced, on the way home from the beach: Mommy, I’m glad we live in America .


It gave me pause.


Admittedly, this is not the greatest of times for the ‘ole U.S. of A. The economy is tanking, gas prices are spiking, jobs are disappearing. Public education is a mess, public health care is a distant dream, and the environment is eroding by the day. Our students have fallen behind, our industries are being outsourced, our cars can’t compete. Half of the world hates us, and the other half thinks we’re a joke. Being an American has lost its cache, and as a nation, we seem to be mourning what we used to be. A once- famous child star. A superpower has-been.


And yet…there’s still nowhere else I would rather live. Sure, I could have state subsidized health care in Canada. But would I have Tofurkey? I could have a year’s paid maternity leave in Italy , but would I have a radio station devoted to classic rock? I could have a free college education in England , but would my kids have ‘80s day at summer camp? No, no, and no. The rest of the world can put us down all they want, but there are still some things that Americans do better than everyone else.


For our fourth of July, we spent the whole day at the beach with some friends; we drank margaritas, we played with the kids in the ocean, and we pigged out on hot dogs, ice cream and watermelon. At eight o’clock, we got the kids ready for bed, and then headed off to a park down the street, where there’s a perfect view of the fireworks put on by a nearby country club. We do this every July 4th, and over the years, it’s turned into an awesome little block party. The best part is that we have friends who belong to the country club that puts on the fireworks show. They could be over there – eating steak and lobster from the buffet, dancing to a band playing from the fourteenth hole – but they prefer the moocher side of the fence, where we drink sangria from flasks, pass brownies and cookies up and down the row of blankets spread out on the grass, and laugh as the kids run around like maniacs, dressed in their pajamas. As we drank and ate and laughed, I wondered, where else in the world could something like this possibly take place?



Well said hip momma. Change starts at home - if you want America to improve, spend less time whining, more time changing what you can in your home or community.


"Half of the world hates us, and the other half thinks we’re a joke."

You mean our "allies" in Europe and Asia "hate" us. And the "other half", the Middle East and Africa, think we're "a joke"?

Last I checked, suicide bombers, anti-Semitism, and ethnic genocide wasn't all that funny either. Maybe the joke is on them.

America is still #1, or else the demands for immigration (legal and illegal) wouldn't be going strong.

Finally, to the point about "being an American has lost its cache" (whatever that was), and "mourning what we used to be."

Since you're harkening back to the good 'ole days, I might have to agree. Things were sure better when I was watching 'Leave It To Beaver' 'Happy Days' and the 'Andy Griffith Show', and "child stars" like Brittany Spears and Christina Aguilara kept their clothes on.

They are the products of our current liberal culture, so if we're going to bring back the glory, we should start there.