Our kids were never good at sleepovers or sleepaway camps. I was reminded of this several times over the last few days with a wonderful 48 hours where all three girls were here at the farm at the same time for the first time since January. While there have been periods of sadness we have also shared a lot of wonderful and joyful childhood memories. Our farm is a place that cousins and friends loved to visit. My cousin’s daughter told me during a ride on the four-wheeler “If I lived here I would never be bored.” While that is not true, one area of peace for me is knowing that the choices and financial sacrifices Chuck and I made to raise our girls in a rural setting among family were exactly right. However, we had many aborted sleepovers at other kids’ houses and many tortured homesick calls from camp. My mom finally offered a theory: We had made home (or the farm) just too darn much fun. They didn’t want to leave. She had a point.
Wonderful post, Jane.
Your posts are real and true to life Jane. Thank you for your honesty and for sharing these times of your life with Chuck and your daughters 👏👏🙏🙏