Bumper Stickers

I have a slight disdain for bumper stickers. I believe that began when I was a child. We grew up modestly and simply, though I did not know that at the time. I have no memory of my parents disagreeing about money, nor discussing it. That is a good thing. However, we always had a nice, dependable car. My father made sure that my mother was safe and even a bit proud to drive the family car. Our cars were never Cadillacs or Mercedes. They were late model Buicks and Chevrolets that he always kept clean. For a short period of time, we had a shiny, black VW Bug. We were years ahead of our time.

My father prohibited bumper stickers. He didn’t want things on there that his six kids thought were cool, for him to have to scrape away with a razor blade when the coolness wore off. Message received.

That mindset stuck. Occasionally I will see a bumper sticker that I think I could live with but I hear my father’s voice…and I change my mind. We often cannot outrun those voices. Most of the time, they are wise.

This morning I was loading up groceries in my trunk. I glanced over at the car parked next to me to see the above bumper sticker. I’m all about love and living a passionate life but there are some passions and loves that do not need to be announced. I’m guessing that this person is not listening to that wise voice in his/her head. Obviously, that head is somewhere else.



Author: Rebecca Hendrixson

Hello, I'm Rebecca. I am a wife and mother and freelance writer. I love to share honest thoughts, anecdotes, incidents and encouragement. I am documenting my one year of being 60 years old. Join me on the journey. And please leave comments or send me an email. I will respond. We are all in this together. Come be my comrade.

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