There is very little in the way of absolute black and white in my life. The older I get, the more grey I find. I always assumed it would be the opposite, that the grey would fade and I would become more firm in what I know, that I would get further and further stuck in my ways of life. Fixed. However, the older I get the more I don't like the idea of absolutes, so I find myself very movable as time goes by; not easily swayed, really, but understanding of differences. Hmmm. Maybe that is one way that I'm stuck in my way; that I don't like absolutes.
I find it kind of funny that I'm encountering more and more people who are the complete opposite of that. That may be a product of the area I live, but it is something I've noticed. The more grey I get, I feel others get more black and white. Is it always this way? What does this mean for Sammy and raising him?
The "should dos" seem to be muddled in our house (as evidenced by Isaac commenting how Sammy has no clue what a gender role is!) and at times I find myself apologizing for them. Bad habit. Our family is, at times, unconventional in thinking and doing. I get that. People who know us get that. I don't know why I feel so apologetic about it. I shouldn't. I like being movable; seeing different things and creating a life out of it all.