Hello beautiful human,
This morning early early my oldest and I went to the local DMV to register title to a car before they scooted down the road to work. Their first car. It’s some kind of benchmark moment that I’m not sure either of us is quite ready for, and even typing that I remind myself that truly we’re never ready for the big adventures. How could we be? We haven’t had them yet.
Yesterday I wrote about resiliency and sustainability and connection and community—well, I write about those things just about every day from one angle or another. And today we put a name on a title for a car…enmeshed in the tropes of individual ownership, owned resource, and lone responsibility that our cultural institutions foist upon us once again.
That’s not how we do over here, though, as I tell my kids every chance I get. We’ve talked a lot about shared responsibility and shared support, about the collective good and not having to feel like we’re alone in any of this and when issues come up I tell them we’ll sort through them together. Step by step. And when I say we I include the larger, broader circles of support that we call in: extended family, friends. Rippling all the way out to you, dear reader. Don’t think you’re unimportant to me.
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