Milieu of Me

I was reading through my blog roll this morning and came across this post from one of the mommy ladies I read.

It was very profound to me today, for many reasons.  First, Greg and I both are the first generation on our father’s sides not live in a house where farming takes place.  For Greg, as a man it’s more profound than me, but it’s still there all the same.  While reading her talk about her daughter watching her Daddy, as she watched hers, I was thinking about all the farm adventures I had when I was little.  Feeding baby calves, holding baby pigs, riding on the tractor, riding in the combine….stuff I don’t even think my younger sisters did.  For Greg he grew up on an actual farm.  A family farm with LOTS of history.

I think at the end of the day, this is what draws me back to Iowa.  I would LOVE to live in a farmhouse, on a farm, being a farmers wife.  The boy always said he would love farming….  It’s ancestry and history and tradition.  Something we both LOVE.  It’s why fourth of July will always be weird without tractors and combines for me, why I’m not quite sure how to explain to Grant the meaning behind it all.  It’s why right now I can’t even type the right words to explain the legacy here.

Anyway - it was an important reminder to me, that a new legacy is being born.  That while I was playing with little animals and being a little farm girl, part of Grant was too.  It’s a good reminder when I just want a moments peace, when I’ve reached my limit that generations are behind me, and more in front.  I have a decision about what I want that to look like.

In other news nap time for Grant has become an all out war.  He won’t sit on my lap and read stories now.  He pitches a fit when I take him into his room.  He knows what’s going to happen, and he’s MAD.  Today, I read him one story, told him if he wasn’t going to sit with Mommy then no stories and laid him down.

I was reading Dr. Dobson, and he says that you need to start disciplining when they look at you, know you’re telling them not to do it, and do it anyway.  He’s doing that…earning time outs.  He’s trouble I tell you.  He’s fun though…I just wish I didn’t have to tell him No, ever.

Ha.  I guess I would rather he turn out a respectable human being, than feel good about myself.

Ah - quiet.  Guess who else is going to take a nap today?  MOMMY!