The farm belongs to my great-grandparents. It is 150 acres of pure bliss. Even though they have passed on, to me, the farm will always be theirs. My great-grandparents lived and raised six kids out there. Six kids who went on to have their own kids, who had their own kids, who had their own kids…
Our girls are two of my best teachers. They see the world so differently than I do. They’re young, free, kind, and compassionate. They don’t always know what’s expected in situations, so they’re often unencumbered by social norms and pressures.
Because of these things, our younger daughter, Kristin, talks to strangers. This is not just a once in a while thing. She actually seeks out conversation with people she does not know on a very regular basis.
Now, this probably sounds a little creepy, and at times it does make me nervous. I’m well aware that not everyone is safe, and some people don’t have good intentions. I want her to know the importance of safety and being with a grown up you can trust. But most of the time, she’s talking to strangers when we’re together, when she knows she’s safe, and when she wants to include someone.
When Mike and I first started our relationship, we were inseparable and always enjoyed each other’s company. We’d always go out to eat together ( we immediately made the connection that we both loved food! ), and we had long enjoyable conversations about anything and everything. I still laugh whenever I think about one of the very first dates we had. I had invited him to go with me to the AMA’s, and this would be the first time we would be in the car together for over an hour drive before arriving at the Nokia Theater. I was concerned ( more like freaking out ) about what we would talk about the whole way there. I mean, that was a long drive! What if we had nothing to talk about? What if it became awkward? I don’t handle awkward very well! If this turned out to be a disaster…