By most standards, I have country kids. We live in a small town of about 5,000. My girls see deer on a daily basis, we have cattle in the pasture behind us, we pick blackberries on the side of the road in springtime, and they walk barefoot with the best of them.
This weekend we went to stay with friends of ours at their ranch, and I realized even my kids aren't as country as you could be. This weekend we had to run around pastures to count cattle, and calves (because of the coyote problems), feed catfish, and shoot at water snakes. The girls had a blast running through cow patties on a go-cart, and learning to drive the farm truck.
I always lament the fact that my children do not get some of the benefits of living in the city. They don't get to see museums, plays, the ballet, as often as I would like them to to grow culturally. This weekend made me assess that they are growing in all kinds of other ways and gaining knowledge of the world around them, that although may seem culturally inept, will make them better and well-rounded people.
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