I guess most of you know that I live in the country. And when I say that, I mean the COUNTRY. I never really thought it was strange or different growing up. I remember my sophomore year of college, my best girlfriend asked me what I did over the weekend and I said something to the effect of “I went to the barn at my grandparents’ farm to see the baby goats.” You can imagine her reaction.
I am so glad that my girls will have the best of both worlds. They will know about shopping malls and movie theaters, nice dinners and weekend road trips to fun cities. They will also know how much better home-grown strawberries taste and that you don’t have to rinse them off before eating them. They will know how to hop a fence and will learn to wave when the tractors roll by, it’s most likely their Pop.
There is a pasture we pass on the way to school each morning and Sophie starts to call the cows before we even get there… “moo-tow, moo-tow, moo-tow”. Ella asks why babies love cows so much and I have to remind her that she called these same cows “hers” for years and years. Sophie was beyond elated when we opened the pasture gate. She started running and couldn’t believe there were no barriers between her and the cows. Lucky for her, she’s growing up in the country, too. Lucky for me, she didn’t run into any cow patties!
