One Thing I Hope My Child Learns From Our Travels

When you’ve grown up with so much it’s easy to think it’s normal and that everyone else also has what you have, or more.

So ya, it’s one of the lessons I hope creeps into my son’s head during our travels as we meet and befriend people who live with different possessions, support networks, and access to much of what we often take for granted. These are also the same people who laugh and play with us, and who are our very good friends. They live very happy lives but do not have many of these same privileges that my son and I have because we belong to a particular group: middle-class born in the USA.

privilege : a special right, advantage, or immunity granted or available only to a particular person or group of people.

I figure if I can’t recognized and point out my own privileges I certainly can’t teach my son about them.

So here I go….counting some blessings,

or rather my ‘place of birth’

p r i v i l e g e s…

  • Access to a vehicle and gas to take me places that I wanted to go or that we needed to go
  • Parents who took me on family vacations across the country, across international borders, and led me to experience and value travel and the fortune of exploration beyond my town
  • Living in an economy where my parents could find work close to our home
  • Being raised by both of my parents from birth to adult
  • Support to go to college full time for me and my siblings
  • Access to plentiful, clean drinking water
  • Going to a school well supplied with books, art, music, and learning supplies
  • Attending a school with small or reasonable class sizes for the number of teachers
  • My own bed and room in a house protected from harsh weather
  • An abundance of toys and personal possessions
  • Activities to be involved with and to participate in my community: baseball, basketball, theater, summer softball, buckeye girls state, highway patrol junior academy, youth programs at my church
  • Friends and family who also went to well-resourced schools and who were also privileged in many of the same ways that I was, some even more so.

It’s not a complete list, the truth is I can imagine there are so many more that I don’t even notice or recognize most of the time. But I do have to say, many of these I might not have recognized as privileges a short time ago.

 

What privileges do you recognize from your place of birth?

What is one thing you want your child to learn from travel?

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