I have two daughters, Dixie and Matilda, and when we go down South, they are surrounded with love from the moment we cross the Mason-Dixon. Elderly men tip their hats. Cashiers tell them they are beautiful. To be a girl these days is more fraught than ever. But growing up among Southern women sure makes it easier.
Which is why we are moving back home. I want my children to know they belong to something bigger than themselves. That they are unique, but they are not alone. That there is continuity where they come from. Comfort too. That there are rules worth following and expectations worth trying to meet, even if you fail. If nothing else, I want them to know how to make biscuits. And to not feel bad about eating a whole heaping plate of them.
This is not really a post about biscuits, but about wanting your children to have the good things you had in your culture. Everything Allison Glock writes here I have thought, and written, myself. Maybe you feel that way about where you’re from too. I was so encouraged by the recent thread we had about New England here — encouraged by so many New Englanders talking about what they love about their region. I’d love it if you would use this thread to talk about what you’re glad your kids are going to grow up with, regarding your regional culture, or, if you live outside the culture in which you grew up, what you’re sorry they will miss.
(H/T: Peter K.)