While talking with some family members this weekend, I announced that I loved being rebellious. That at 44 years old I still am. I think what I love most is that I’ve raised two kids that question everything; that buck the system when they can. I have a rebel girl and a rebel boy and I love it. I was telling family that it was so important to me that they be rebellious. That they challenge me, their father, those around them, and the system. And to fuck conformity. Seriously, fuck it! I want them to question everything and to make a difference in this world. And to leave it a better place than when they came in. I was told that I shouldn’t want that. Why the fuck not? I didn’t conform to an extent. I still don’t! Why should I expect my children to? I revel in the fact that our family is different. We’re rebels in the way we raised our children. Rog and I have so many young people tell us that they wish we were their parents. They say they’re scared to speak up to their own parents. Fuck that. Speak up, be heard. I mean don’t be a bitch or an asshole. But say what’s on your mind. Challenge their beliefs. Challenge your own.
When they were young I told Meggie and Adam Boy to speak up. About everything. With that kind of request I knew I would hear the good and the bad. The positive and the negative. The inside voice, the screaming, the crying and the kid that chases after you bitching the whole time. But that was okay. It was what I signed up for. I now see a grown daughter that knows she can do anything, and does. I see a grown son who strives for perfection, and gets it. The daughter is a snarky, potty mouthed brat that speaks her mind. The son, a sarcastic shit that is so smart he scares me. They have the best of our personalities and the worst of them. Roger Darling says they get all the bad personality traits from me. He’s probably right, but I’m okay with that. I hope that they keep challenging themselves and us all their lives. I really do. I hope they don’t sit still. I hope they do everything they want to do. I hope they are always rebellious. I hope that they will fight for a cause they believe in. That they will never, ever be complacent. I hope that they are always loud in actions and voice. I hope, I hope, and I hope!