My 30-something daughter has a different view of the world than her 60-something mother. The older we both become, the less we agree on the big things in life. I grew up in a time she can only imagine and her experiences have molded her in a way I cannot always understand.
My childhood was a trusting place. We thought adults were good at heart and authority was not to be questioned. We believed our religion was our birthright and we were charged with witnessing and bringing others to “the fold”.
Right was always right and things that were wrong never changed. We prayed, we worked hard at any job we could get and our credit scores and reputations were a measure of our character.
Abortion was wrong, there were no gay rights, and women married men. It was the way it was, and we knew nothing different.
The world has changed; I know. And I have learned to adapt. I agree with some changes in culture and am ambivalent to others. But my core values grew inside me before I knew there was a choice. I struggle trying to change my views, even though I know some of those beliefs, while honestly instilled, are not necessarily right.
Society says it may be okay now to choose not to say the Pledge of Allegiance or pray or go to church or obey authority if one disagrees. It’s not wrong to see things in shades of gray. Organized religion is fading away and being replaced by spirituality that can be lived without reading the Bible or singing hymns.
If right is not always right, I am not sure how to navigate through life anymore. The structure of my upbringing is being challenged daily and my daughter sees my views as out of touch with today’s realities.
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