Over the years, along with a lot of others in this country, we’ve picked sides in the political issues of our time. Most of us think that we are on the side of the angels. Most of us know that we can’t all be right. Some attitudes are generational, some are not. Some attitudes might line up with life circumstances, but some of us have a few surprises in us. Some of us are more open to debate, while others seem to have pretty much made up their minds.
When we get together, like we did for a recent birthday, we have a lot of important things to talk about. The doings of the outer branches of our family tree. Remembering old times together, or piecing together a story out of our combined memories. We have a lot of diverse opinions, and national politics are sometimes mentioned but not debated.
It’s not a truce.
Our differences are still important. But we know that we have a lot more in common than we have differences. We still care about each other as individuals. We celebrate everyone’s successes. When there’s trouble we know that we can count on each other for support.
And I’m always glad to see them.