Sometimes I feel sort of mishami about not giving my kids the small town growin' up experience I had. I live in a small town, yes, but it's surrounded by big towns, big suburbs outside of a big city. I grew up in Pendleton, Oregon (Go Bucks!), a small community of 15,000 folks in a sea of wheat fields. Pendleton is a completely self-sufficient community with everything a person could need. It has a swimmin' pool--actually, now it's an Aquatic Center and it's awesome--the best kid-centric pool set-up I've ever seen. It has ball parks, and several grocery stores. It has a pretty downtown with character and old buildings. It has a library, a college, a few museums, antique stores, Bi-Mart, one middle school and one high school, railroad tracks used by actual trains, and a river runs through it all. I miss small town life.
But, I must embrace what I have. I thought about this on the trail the other night--I don't have all the Pendleton stuff, but Pendleton doesn't have this trail! And I love the trail! My kids love that trail and someday it may signify home to them. Sometimes, it's just hard to be where you are. Important to try, though. I like to think of these last lines from Gary Snyder's poem, For the Children:
"...To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:
stay together
learn the flowers
go light"
I like that thought, "...but Pendleton doesn't have THIS trail." Totally sums it up. I'm going to try taking that approach to accepting where we live. It's always a push/pull for me and A. City life? Country life? Tropical island life? For now it will be West Side Life and that's good.
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