Have you ever wondered if you are bringing your children up in the right place?
I was born and bred in NZ on a cattle/sheep farm in the North Island, it was one of a few places just 20 minutes from the beach that regularly got snow.
This weekend I drove my three angels to visit my parents at their small block of land in semi-rural Queensland.
The road trip was bloody horrific, included a two-hour long symphony of screeching from No.3, bumper-to-bumper traffic and some celebrity spotting.
Terri and Bindi Urwin parked their HUGE SUV nose-to-nose with our smaller SUV at a roadside pit stop, and I have to say I was a little star struck.
I really wanted to do a paparazzi and take a photo of them, but then I thought Terri had been through enough.
She really is a natural beauty and didn’t leave the car, instead she was fiddling with her phone.
A much shorter than I thought Bindi emerged from the SUV with a boy, (gotta be a story here, says the journo in me).
Anyway, we got to my parents just before the sun was setting and the kids leaped out of the car and down to the swings under a gorgeous old tree.
During our stay I got to thinking about how special it is to grow up in the country.
I felt sad that my kids don’t have the space to roam that I did, that they were growing up so completely different to how I, and my husband, did.
The things you learn and get to do on a farm are so different from those who don’t, eg I was ‘driving’ at just 12-years-old!
We lived 40 minutes from the nearest shop so very rarely went to town and when we did we had to wear ‘town clothes’ and then take them off as soon as we got home again.
A cream-covered finger bun was a TOTAL treat, and a chocolate bar, holy shit, talk about hitting the jackpot!
As parents we have many decisions to make about how we bring our children up, what we teach them, and how much we expose them to.
I suppose I should be grateful that it’s just a short tip to my parents and that within two hours my kids can run amok with cows, bats, kangaroos, frogs, parrots and snakes!
True story. When we were there, sadly, my dad showed us a dead bat caught up in barbed-wire fence.
He also had a green snake trapped in his BBQ, which the Husband had to put out of its misery.
And every time we visit my dad makes sure there is hay to feed the cows, which our kids ADORE doing.
Each time I spend a few days with my parents I have moments when I wish my children could be brought up on a farm.
But then there are so many reasons why they shouldn’t – and why I love that we live on the Gold Coast.
You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl!
Do you feel at peace with where you are raising your children?
Another link up with Jess from Essentially Jess and her IBOT team