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Don’t Tell My Mom: I Like Sweet Tea

Newsflash: I now drink sweet tea.

If you know me more than in just the blogosphere and/or have been to lunch or supper with me, you probably just had to read that sentence again. I was an avid sweet tea hater. Prior to this summer, I have been a staunch supporter of plain old ice tea with lemon. Unsweetened, please. Of course, if you live in the North, you don’t have to say “unsweetened” when you order. It just comes that way. If you want sweet tea in the North, you have to specifically ask for sweet tea. I’m now finding myself specifically asking for sweet tea.

What happened to me?

To be honest, I still find myself ordering regular tea at times. Because I just like tea. I do. I’ve spent my entire life drinking it and it’s just a “comfort” drink for me. But my Husband and I are blaming this switch from “regular” tea to “high octane” tea on McDonald’s advertising. Haven’t you seen all the big billboards? SWEET TEA! $1.00! And every time we see a sign, we say, “Mmm, sweet tea.” And, oh, the horror, the past three pitchers of iced tea that have been brewed and made and chilled in this house have been, oh, oh, the horror, sweet tea.

Maybe I was just tired of being bitter?

See that? I just snarked myself.

Anyway, the Husband and I were talking about that change that we’ve both been through this summer. And I got to thinking about other things that have changed over the years. And I’ve decided that change, whether the world puts it in the box of “good” or “bad”, is necessary to continue on life’s journey. If I wouldn’t have changed anything about my parenting, for example, I wouldn’t be the parent I am today. Not that I was a bad parent as BigBrother indoctrinated us into the parenting world. I just learned my way and changed things as I went. Such is life in adoption as well, I suppose.

The trick is finding the peace with changes as you go. I’ve found my peace with sweet tea. Now, onto bigger and trickier subjects at large.