Our little boys are the epitome of country kids. Here is a list of reasons why I, their mother, know this is true.
- They carry their sorting sticks with them everywhere, including when they ride their tricycles. I have even been herded up with these sorting flags.
- Their finger nails are a constant mangled mess from their rock-digging adventures.
- Little excites them more than tractor and truck toys.
- Gunder wants to ride all machinery. He doesn’t understand why we cannot stop at the implement on our way home from school, so that he can take the pay loader for a spin.
- Two year old Gunder knows the difference between a combine, tractor, truck, and skidsteer. And he will quickly correct anyone who is unaware of these differences.
- They know that cows and horses eat hay bales, and we have to save all toilet paper rolls to be used as “hay bales” for their toy cattle.
- Gunder’s first word was “cow,” and Ander’s first word was “neigh-neigh.”
- Going to the ranch or to Uncle Grant’s farm is just as fun an adventure as going to an amusement park.
- Even as toddlers, they enjoy the freedom of [supervised] independent play time outdoors.
When I envisioned my future as a teenager, I hoped and dreamed it would include some overall-clad children, but little did I know that my life would include a studly rancher for a husband and two of the most adorable little boys I’ve ever seen. Despite the manure-stained jeans, muddy boots, and dirty hand prints on everything, I know that I am blessed.
Thank you God for these two little boys! They sure are something.
The Displaced City Girl