Feeling Small
In the scheme of things today and how diligent my two children are in their endeavors . . . I feel small. Oh so small.
It matters not how different the paths may be in my children’s lives. I could not cut it.
I am not the brave person that I see is in place today in my family. I know failure is not an option if trying never took place. Striking out for their hopes and joy. There is nothing like it.
When I hear of the schedule that Carrie has in the metro, I cringe. I am the one that had security by raising two kids on a farm with family just several sections down the gravel road. No worries of traffic to keep the kids safe from or less than desirable civil unrest. Carrie has managed to wear many hats, one of which by giving my 17-year-old granddaughter the confidence to drive to a summer job each day and put in a good day working in a green house. There is no shortage of opportunity or availability in the metro.
I harken more to the quiet life that Kevin has in a smaller town surrounded by rural agricultural farms. Everyone may know more about your business than what is welcomed, but there is a feeling of serenity that comes with it. Those that dwell in small rural towns need the services of what is available “just down the street.” The “down the street” business owner is a multi-tasker. He may feel the wear and strain of his muscles just as the fellow outside of the city limits that hefted hay bales. A small rural town; a great place to call home.
Wonderful lifestyles so very different but so self-fulfilling to bring to each knowing what it took to bring the day to a good end, grateful for what they have and who they are.
I feel so blessed for what these two people can still teach me, but I remain feeling so small.