Do your dreams match up with your reality? Is your life the way you had imagined it would be?
I dream of a house big enough for my family to fit in comfortably. Not too big, but not too small. It would have a small room for my sewing, and lots of built in shelves throughout. I dream of a home with a kitchen that is warm and inviting. A home with golden wood floors and beautiful rugs to warm our feet. This home sits on two acres of land. There are fruit trees, a large garden, chickens to eat the bugs and give us eggs, and my big chocolate lab named Troy. My children help harvest the garden and pick fresh fruit. They learn to put up fruit in the fall and collect eggs when the hens are laying. We have parties in our large yard where the children run and play while the adults sit around a bonfire laughing and talking. Our home is a place where everyone wants to be. This is my dream.
It is no secret I am a little crunchy. I have homebirths, I cloth diaper, I co-sleep, I live as naturally as possible. I sew, I knit, I homeschooled (for a minute). I love gardening and growing fresh organic food to feed my family. I wear my babies, I breastfeed for as long as we can and practice baby led weaning.
When I was in Jr. High I was the girl wearing Birkenstocks, ponchos with peace signs on them, and giving of my meager income to World Wildlife Federation and Greenpeace. I wanted to join the Peace Corps, live on a farm and have a family.
Somewhere along the line I have lost these bits of myself. This dream I had. This dream to have a homestead. To have a large garden where I grow the majority of our food. Having a chicken coop and free range chickens to go with my free range kids.
I want these things. I want to homeschool (so much), but it is not the right choice for us right now. I want to have land and land and land where my children can run free. I want to be the neighbor that gives everyone fresh eggs because I have so many from my beautiful chicks and fresh veggies because my garden is so abundant.
Had I chosen a different path in life, I could see myself doing these things. But I didn’t choose that life. I chose the life I have and the life I love. I live in a nice home with a small yard. But we have trees big enough for my children to climb. We don’t have a garden yet because we are renting and honestly don’t know how to grow anything in the Texas heat. I buy free range eggs from the grocery store and as many organic fruits and vegetables I can afford.
There is a season for everything. Right now my season is this. Right now my season is to live where I am and embrace things as they are. And I will embrace my life, all the while looking for a way to buy that house on acres of land (and a way to talk my husband into getting chickens!).
This is my reality.
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