The Big Sister has always been a patriot.
At four her party trick was to sing the national anthem.
By six she put the adults around her to shame by launching into the second stanza while they mumbled and took a sudden interest in the toes of their shoes.
We’re on a family holiday at the moment, cruising to Sydney to spend Australia Day in Sydney Harbour.
I’ve been sheepish about telling people the reason for our holiday and I want to address it. The date of Australia Day needs to change. The current date conjures painful memories for many of our first people. The date needs to change and quickly.
This time of year invokes passionate arguments from both sides of the fence. Many from the no-change side don’t realize that Australia Day has only been observed nationally on 26/1 since 1994.
There are loads of things that seemed cool in 1994 that in hindsight we’re not. (Like high school biology teachers who rode motorbikes and seemed swoon-worthy but drunkenly tried to smash-pash you three years later at the Vic near closing time.)
My daughters deserve a day where they can unapologetically celebrate this great nation and all the wonderful opportunities it affords us – education, health care and the privilege of safely opposing the date we currently mark our national day.
Let’s Endeavour to make 2019 the year we mark a day that everyone can celebrate.*
* see what I did there?1