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Celebrate Breaking the Rules

Celebrate Breaking the Rules

When I was eight years old, I was lying awake late at night and heard something unusual coming from the living room. I wasn't allowed out of bed after the lights were out, and normally my rule-following tendencies always won. But not this time.

I crept down the hallway like a mediocre ninja and got close enough to peek into the dark living room. There was Mom on the floor in front of the television, wrapped in a quilt, her face glowing in the light. She was watching Willow, one of the greatest trippy fantasy movies ever, and I was mesmerized.

My movie experiences thus far had been limited to Disney cartoons and The Sound of Music, so Willow felt delightfully off-course. I sat behind the couch where I hoped Mom wouldn't see me, gulping the world down quickly in case I was suddenly caught and banished to my bedroom. 

But Mom didn't banish me. Instead of punishing me for breaking a rule, she lifted up her blanket, and welcomed me in. We sat on the floor together, watching Val Kilmer parade around barren landscapes in a woman's dress (super trippy movie, y'all), and my love of movies took root on that shag carpet way past my bedtime. And all because my mom said yes.

As a parent, I don't have to say no just because it's easy or because it's the rule. And neither do you. Today? Let's look for a way to celebrate breaking the rules. You never know what might happen.

Do you remember when you were allowed to break the rule as a kid? 

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