Thursday, October 25, 2012
Dramatic, I know.
But man, I always wanted that life for them, bare-toed and dirty, memorizing the dips and ruts of the acreage, staying out 'til last light. I wanted them to have what I had. It was impossible to imagine anything different.
It's hard to reconcile my hazy hope with reality, because the truth is, they never climbed our old trees and they seem to be doing just fine in town.
We make our plans, you know? Sometimes, (usually?) we get them wrong.
I always thought a desire of my heart was reading under a shade tree while my kiddos roamed the land and waded in the ditches, when really, the desire of my heart was for my kids to know their worth and be Love.
Thank God those things are portable.
And thank God for friends with good climbing trees.