Lately I have noticed that I refer to my family’s lifestyle and my husband and I’s personality as “laid back.” Then last week, I screamed at my son for not getting his shoes on fast enough, I started panicking about our up coming trip and how we have to get people to take care of the farm, and I was anxiety ridden over 4-H fair responsibilities and keeping the 4-H kids happy. Laid back?
I think not……
Was I unjustifiably claiming this title? Why do I even call us laid back anyways? Perhaps there is a better adjective that I just can’t come up with (which is a sad thing for an English teacher).
So here is my justification…
My husband and I are simple people who are not very into material things. Now, this is not to say that I am some sort of Pioneer Woman. I am not. I have an I-pad and a gym membership and I do not make my kid’s clothes. However, I do buy them at yard sales and thrift stores. I have never been into fashion (as anyone who knows me can vouch for) and my husband and I are just not into cars, clothes, or appearance. Now this is not to say that I don’t enjoy a nice outfit or wish I could have a slightly better car (or just my own car, since we only own one). But regardless, I will never be able to compete with the “haves” of the world and I am at a place a in my life where not only do I accept that, but I like it.
We try to let our children have freedom. They play, get dirty, make out of control messes, go to farm classes, sometimes stay up late. We are really not micro-managers and I realize that I have started to surround myself with other parents who have the same style (hi Vicki). When we go to the beach my children go off and play in the tide pools for hours with out me hovering. My son has real tools, a real knife and helps his dad with complex chores. Now this doesn’t mean we don’t watch them like hawks, they are my babies you know. But we are not even close to being helicopter parents. Maybe this will back fire some day? My son does have a wild side. But I am hoping to raise children who know how to entertain themselves, get lots of fresh air and who get to play.
We make jokes about almost everything. Sometimes they border on inappropriate, but we laugh A LOT. We make fart jokes (yes, even with the kids) and we make up silly words for everything. I can thank my father for this. It is hard to get us all to act serious for very long.
In this picture we were singing the chorus to the diarrhea song (Steve Martin lovers would know that one). We award points for those who make up the silliest lyrics. Okay, maybe the adjective I was looking for was disgusting.
We have impromptu techno dance parties in our living room on a regular basis.
We have a lot of fun. And MOST of the time we don’t sweat the small stuff.
So why am I even bringing this up? Because though I am not quite sure of the right adjective to call our style, I know it has to be the opposite of uptight. After the events of this past week I know for sure that to survive the way we live you have be able to let things roll off your back, to crack a joke when things are tense, to find happiness even when things are not going your way. So maybe laid back isn’t a fair adjective (I don’t have so may grey hairs for nothing) but I know we can’t be too high strung around these parts.
I have no idea if our way is the best way to be. I am sure we could be doing things differently, but I am grateful to have a personality that allows this crazy farm to keep going.