Right now, our boys are outside playing with some friends. They are running all over: near the barn, out by the hay bales by the road, along the lane, across the muddy creek. You name it, they’ve been there today.
When Kelly and I started coming to the farm, the house was under renovation, so we drove from Omaha several times a week. We would unload and tell the the boys, “Mom and Dad are going to do some farming. You can play wherever you want.” Invariably, they would stay within 20 feet of the car, sometimes not even leaving their seats, except to ask if it was time to leave. Our dog, Lexie, was happy to roam, but the boys stayed put.
Things are different now. After a few years, they feel like they have the run of the place. And they don’t know how good they have it. They have the simple freedom to run without constant supervision. They live on a farm that is 450 times as big as their last yard. Their soundtrack is made up of birdsongs and frog croaks, dog barks, and pig grunts. Granted, the soundtrack also includes music from computer games and television shows… but I don’t mind. I’m just glad that they have the chance to be farm kids.
-Brian

