Lately, she's been talking endlessly about the farm she wants to have when she's grown. "I have a dream for when I'm older, and I plan to follow it," she told me earlier tonight. "I'll have some cows. I'll only take my share of milk, not what the babies need. There will be plenty." She went on to say that she might like to have a couple of pigs, too, but that she doesn't want to raise anything for meat.
"I want a really big farm and piece of land. I'm going to grow fruit trees, vegetables, and raise animals. I'll feed my cows non-Monsanto feed. Everything will be natural. We already get so many delicious things just from our small garden, can you imagine a farm!?"
"I want to make my own honey, but I don't want to hurt the bees. If I want to all these things, I'm going to have to figure out a way I can work, too. I'm going to get a Master's Degree in something. Maybe a Doctorate, so I could be a doctor farmer. If my animals get sick, I can figure out what it is and help them."
"I really want 3 or 4 kids, but I worry that I'll end up not being able to care for my farm. Hmm. I'm going to need a house. How much is all of this going to cost? The house, the farm, the animals, and all of those seeds. Workers to build things. All of these questions are coming into my mind! What will I need to wear? I think I'm worrying too much about my farm."
Indeed, my sweet girl. But I'm so glad she has big plans for herself, and the confidence to make them. Whatever she does, I'm sure she'll be amazing at it.
