Mr 12 is going to my old school. My old stomping ground. He'll even have some of the same teachers, although that may concern them more than me!
As I watched him drive off on his first of many bus rides to school, I reflected on how I felt at that age. I felt so grown up, but so unsure. Unsure of how to act, how to look, who to be. I worried about others opinions a bit too much. I was never interested in sports, which was a big deal in our country town. That and farming.
I loved my horse,our animals, my books and my imagination. I would spend hours in the old magnolia tree, curled up in the crook of a branch, reading book after book. The bark of the tree was polished to a waxy sheen from where I sat.
Or I would climb to the top of the hay shed and make a nest from the loose hay, flop myself down and escape into other worlds, be anyone I wanted to be.
And now I live in town. Admittedly a small town still, but there is something magic about growing up on a farm. There is always something to do, and somewhere to escape to.
I worry that my big boy spends way too much time in his room on his DS. He wants me to cave and let him have a T.V in his room ( I won't!) I worry that my youngest spends to much time in front of the T.V with dad while I'm at work.
My kids are growing up in a beautiful place though. We live by the sea. We have 2 dogs and 4 chooks.
We go to the beach, dig holes big enough to trap a man, and return home, tired, salty and leaving a trail of sand wherever we go. I hope they look back with fondness on this time.
I look back at my childhood, and wish I'd had more confidence. Wish I'd known that if I wanted I really could do anything I wanted.
But I'm happy, And I think my boys are happy too. I am growing older, watching them grow up and I aim to grow wiser along side.
Jo x
Sounds like your boys are very fortunate to have such a lovely place to grow up and a thoughtful Mum too.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your comment Emily Jane,and we really do live in an amazing place! x
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