But proud. Short backstory- I grew up on a grain farm, enjoyed the life, but moved on. Originally intended to go back after getting my trade (since the family farm is one of those businesses where you need a job to eat...) but got married, realized I like the city, had kids, and so on.
Yesterday I got home and found a letter of acceptance from the local university for my younger daughter, who is a senior in high school this year. Dad is proud, since she is holding a straight A average, and intends to apply to vet college- the U of Saskatchewan has one of the two best vet colleges in the country.
The laughing part- my city raised, dainty, blond, 100 pound daughter has been accepted into the college of agriculture. This is an agricultural province, so they have a working farm, with grain plots, dairy cattle, beef cattle...She decided that might be a better prep for vet colege than a typical arts and sciences deal, but I just get great humor from imagining her on the end of a manure fork. Kills me.
I can empathize, I didn't realize until I was older that I am a country gal raised in the city. I crave the farm life.
