
Children, as I have rediscovered since having one of my own, love holidays. They also love feeling like they’re a part of things: teams, friend groups, families, schools, nations. And so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that my own 6-year-old has become a Fourth of July enjoyer, despite being born to leftist humanities types who are not shy about sharing all of the reasons not to feel especially proud of the United States. She wears red-white-and-blue dresses in late June and early July, and she loves to sing “You’re a Grand Old Flag.” This past weekend, she got a little American flag from a veteran passing them out at the farmers market and, as we were driving home, began waving it out the window, transforming our Subaru into a one-car parade.