There are many things I want for my children in this world, but most of all, to know that my children are safe and well taken care of is my number one priority. It has been that way, since the day I first became a mother 21 years ago. I knew the moment I looked into Danny’s eyes and every child after him that I’d go to the end of the earth for them and do all I could to ensure that they’d be okay, no more than okay, they’d be secure.
I imagine that is why I began to prep the way I did and I suppose looking back, I really always was more prepared than I wasn’t, I just didn’t realize it. From the very beginning of my life as a wife and mama, I always made sure I had enough diapers, wipes, clothes, supplies, food and water to make it through for at least a few months. I just didn’t realize it and didn’t really know how to use what I had.
But, here I am, many years later, and things are a bit different. My family is well prepared and we are well on our way to learning to be more self-sufficient. But, it’s not really enough for me.
I was sitting in bed last night chatting it up with Dan. I’m quite the fortunate gal that he gets me, he knows me and he totally understands what it is that I’m trying to accomplish here. See, the funny thing about Dan and I, we’ve been together since we were kids. Crazy, reckless, carefree, crazy in love kids! We’ve watched each other grow and become the people, the parents, that we are today. So, whenever we talk about goals and aspirations, well, it’s just kinda nice to still be sharing all of that with the same man I once told I wanted to be in the Air Force, have a huge home in a gated community and take vacations in far away lands that didn’t include children, smelly animals, or gross bugs!
Boy have things changed!
Now, my goals line up with smelly chickens and cows, worm farms , dirty fingernails, storage spaces for home-canned foods and my own spices, a freezer full of meat, bookshelves lined with homesteading, farming, gardening and whole foods cookbooks .
My dreams once lined up with leaving my children a bank account full of money, a home that they could sell and split the profit and a few family heirlooms that they could fight over. Now, that’s not so important to me.
Times change, people grow up and eventually, we see the value in what is truly important.
I want to leave my children a life-time of learning how to care for themselves and their families. Traditions of growing their own food during the Spring, Summer and Fall, that later they can harvest and know how to store it for the winter. I want to lavish them in memories of fresh milk from our family cow, while they played out in the fields and picked daisies or wrestled with each other. I want my boys to experience the exhilaration of the hunt and the sense of accomplishment when they bring food home from that hunt! I want my girls to experience what it is like to be empowered without having to drop their children off at daycare and work a full-time job to support their families.
Leaving my children a bank account full of money isn’t going to accomplish my goal. But filling their lives with memories of fresh-baked bread, homemade cookies, gardens full of fresh fruits and veggies, hunting, camping and hiking trips, trips to our local farm stand and Josie Porter Farm for fresh milk, eggs, real maple syrup and honey, will.
My hope is to one day own a little piece of heaven in Maine. Just a few acres to live out our goal of owning a self-sustaining homestead, something with substance and meaning to leave to our children.