America’s Independence Day is observed annually on the fourth of July.  On that day, people generally gather with friends and family to eat, march in parades, watch fireworks and participate in other social activities.  It is a federal holiday and an opportunity to celebrate.  But what exactly are we celebrating?

To me, Independence Day is a time to celebrate being American and having the freedom to choose in so many areas of my life.  Growing up, my family had the freedom to worship as we chose, which included not attending any type of religious services at all.  In college, I had the freedom to choose my field of study; I was not restricted to the liberal arts, science, business or any other field.  I freely chose whom to date (and eventually marry) without regard to race, religion or family background.  I have the freedom to pursue whatever career I choose, and to continue working (or not) even after having a child.  I can choose what to wear, where to live, and for whom to vote.

And I can choose (within reason) what to write about in this blog!

My son is 6 years old — old enough to have strong opinions about everything, but not old enough to have reliable judgment, especially when it comes to clothes.  In some families, parents completely control what their children wear, from their shirts to their shoes. My husband and I, on the other hand, let our son have some say in what he wears because it makes him happy and because it teaches him about making good choices.

“Do you want to wear your blue shirt or your red shirt today?” we will ask. Usually our son is satisfied picking from the options we have laid out.  Occasionally, though, he will ask to wear a green shirt instead of a red or blue one. If the green shirt is clean, if it matches the slacks we want him to wear, and if we’re not in a rush to get out the door, we usually let him have his way. If we do not feel the green shirt is suitable, we try to explain why. We also force him to choose from what is already laid out when we are pressed for time.

I think of these parent-child interactions as a metaphor for how different countries govern. In some places, citizens have no say in who is in charge, much as some children have no say in what they wear. In others, the selection process for leaders resembles dressing my son. In the United States, for example, we review political candidates to see if they are “clean” — free of corruption and political liabilities — and if they match our values and goals.  Time is also a factor; if a candidate starts campaigning too close to an election, he may not win, no matter his qualifications.  Like the clothes my husband and I preselect for our son, Democratic and Republican nominees also have an advantage over those from smaller political parties. But, like our son’s preference for green shirts, people in this country sometimes reject the suggestions of major parties in favor of Libertarians, Greens or other third-party candidates — and sometimes those independent choices win.

In giving our son small freedoms now, we hope he will learn to make good choices about bigger things. Some day he will vote for lawmakers and presidents. Some day he may even become one.