Freedom...
America is a little like your messy teenage son. He thinks money grows on trees. He litters. He picks fights and sticks his nose in business that just isn't his. He doesn't clean his plate. No doesn't clean his room. But, he is smart and beautiful, funny and creative. And sometimes he stands up for what's right even when it isn't easy. With all his faults, you love him, because he is young and arrogant and learning. And he's yours.
This gave me goose-bumps and made me feel like crying just a little. I love this very much.
ReplyDeleteLove this and SO true :)
ReplyDeletePerfectly stated and oh so true!!!! I have 2 teenage boys!
ReplyDeleteYou are so right and I love America boogers and all!!!
ReplyDeleteSharron
What a lovely metaphor. So touching and true! Love you.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love it, bird. You are such a wordsmith, never let that go.
ReplyDeleteRobin,
ReplyDeleteI have read this twice and don't know what to say. It just rips me right down the middle.
It's quite an incredible piece or writing. You are amazing.
Big hugs, girl.
Wow, so true! Hope your 4th was good!
ReplyDeleteWhat a WONDERFUL analogy! You're so clever it just hurts sometimes, Robin! I love it.
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