We don’t have children yet, by design. Even though we’ve been together since we were 14, we still wanted these first years of marriage to be between just the two of us. Not the two of us and a baby. We knew we couldn’t get this precious time back, so we have relished in it. When it’s time for Baby King #1, that will be a precious time too, just in a different way. We’ve built this life for ourselves where, let’s be honest, a lot of things and animals need our attention on a daily basis. You’re probably already tired of hearing me say it, but we really do love our life. I have no desire to drop everything we’ve worked for when we get pregnant one day. That would be moving backwards in our minds. With this said, the absolute number one question we get when someone hears about a day in our life is, “What are you going to do when you have kids?”
What am I going to do when we have kids? Means… what exactly? Are we still going to feed and spend time with our animals? Are we still going to garden and project? Are we still going to do our jobs? Are we still going to live this lifestyle? That’s what that question means to me. When I’m asked it, it feels like the person on the questioning end doubts our dedication to this life we have built ourselves. I know they ask out of concern for our future selves and children and out of misunderstanding, but they’re still vocalizing a doubt in our ability. Regardless, let me tell you how I see this working out. First of all, we have no intention of selling any of our animals, our 4 acre home that requires weekly projects to upkeep or abandoning our garden we worked so hard to build. We are a minuscule operation compared to real farms, where guess what, they have and raise their children. One of the main reasons we chose this path was so that our children would grow up surrounded by nature and responsibilities. We want them to know what it takes to make sure the animals are fed before yourself, that even when the weather is cold and nasty outside chores must be done and that life doesn’t have to be all that complicated in ways that are social norms. It can be complicated within simplicity. The things in life that really matter are truly simple and good, no matter how hard they are to maintain. God is everywhere on a homestead. I see Him in every living thing, every flower, every life. In our eyes, it is the ideal place to raise a child.
I’m a researcher by heart, so don’t think for a minute that I haven’t googled raising kids on a homestead/farm to death to learn the best day in and day out practices of it. There are few articles on the subject, but the ones I have read confirmed my suspicions. Those moms utilize baby wearing technology to its fullest until the babies can walk on their own. Their children actually play in the dirt. They gather eggs while learning where the eggs came from and how fragile they are. Yes, sometimes they get into chicken poop or areas they shouldn’t, but, they survive. I’d take it one step further and say they candidly get to be a child. No fuss. No fabrication. They witness birth. They witness death. They learn these life lessons and all those in between early on in life.
So, what are we going to do when we have kids? We’re going to have so much fun showing them and teaching them about life. We’ll make it work. Raising kids on our homestead will be an awfully big adventure one day, one that we are honestly looking forward to when the time comes.
P.S. My youngest sibling is 18 years younger than me. Husband and I both know and witnessed that raising babies/children is the hardest job in the world. Something being hard never scared us too much though.