Our tall hormonal kid is signing up for some 4-H clubs this weekend. Is it a little weird or slightly geeky that I’m excited about it? I was in 4-H for a few years, starting at her age. I learned to cook, sew, quilt, bake bread, judge hay (and I wasn’t a farm girl) and I think there was even a girly make-up and homemade beauty product club (funny how life has come full circle again). I even attended one with my husband way back in the days when I still thought he was a dork. It was outdoor adventuring or something similar. I think I could still manage to arrange shelter if stuck in the woods without much for supplies. He’d probably be sleeping out in the rain.
The dad was in Junior Farmers – I’m not even sure if they still exist. Mostly, I think he learned how to train a heifer to lead by pulling it along behind a tractor the day before the fair.
I went on a 4-H exchange to Saskatchewan for a week when I was 15 and attended weekend conferences at Kemptville College – little tastes of independence in my early teen years. I hope our kids have similar experiences. For now, we’re off to sign up for a horse club and a cooking club.
Personally, I hope she signs up for a cake making club. I could get behind that venture.