My grandfather lives on a farm, the same farm he and my grandmother built over a lifetime together. It’s a place I can visit where I know that I am considered beautiful, not because of the clothes on my back, the heels on my feet, or the amount of makeup on my face.
A place where how well you can swing on a tire swing or how well you can grow a tomato are appreciated far more than how well you can pair sparkly heels with your favorite dress. A place where how well you are raising your children is so much more significant than your latest clothing haul.
I was there this weekend and it was scorching! The kind of humid heat that has you sweating just standing outside, hair thrown up in a bun & as little clothing as you can manage while not embarrassing yourself. I was pushing kids on tire swings and riding around in the Ranger in cow pastures. You don’t care what you look like down there, because it is so immaterial to the bigger picture in life.
Seeing the bigger picture is hard sometimes. We get so caught up in our daily lives, our schedules, raising kids, paying mortgages, stressing over unexpected bills in the mail, that we can lose sight of the simplicity that life should be. On the days I forget what it’s all about, I think about the farm, think about the simplicity of life that can be found there; a garden to eat, a well to drink, people to love, and an occasional tire swing to have a laugh. That’s all we really need.
I can wear outdated flannel with pleated, whitewashed jeans made in 1989 and my grandfather would still tell me that I am a beautiful young mother. Because here, there are values that run deeper than materialism & consumerism. There is a bigger world out there and that lesson can be learned from a vegetable garden, a barn & yes, even a tire swing.