. . . These are a few of my favorite things.
Sorry. That doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, does it?
Ahhh, a beautiful Texas Hill Country sunset straight from my backyard.
Things I never thought I’d be doing on a Friday night:
– Watching my 8-year-old son shooting paper plate targets with a BB gun.
Honestly, seeing my son intently aiming a rifle towards a target did bother me a bit. It just seemed so primal. But when he stopped to pick up and blow a dandelion on the way to checking the target for BB holes, the irony of it all just made me thankful for a life in balance, a life rich in experience and expression.
Lots of irony. Like the fact that I feel sad sometimes thinking of all my sheltered country bumpkin kids are missing out on – T-ball, drama club, junior high at the public school, art museums, school busses, P.E.
But then I have a night like this, and I am caught up in all that they are not missing out on – like being best friends with their siblings because no one else is around to compete for the job, BB guns and dandelions, being necessary workers in a house that could not run without them (how’s that for self-esteem?), neighbors who consider them family, Hill Country sunsets, homemade swings made from rope and wooden crates, chickens, giant egg-eating snakes, daily treks in the woods, grace at every meal, a loving ear to hear their ponderings about God and other things, butterflies and overalls, party dresses and flip-flops on any day of the week, home cooking every night, the knowledge that there’s no place their parents would rather be than right there with them.
I hope they wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.