Our culture doesn't place enough value on hobbies. Things that don't make us money are relegated to corners of our lives, and we don't give them the time, the attention, and the devotion they deserve.
The baby boomers told us to turn our passions in to profit; do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life. But if we had all listened, I can't help but wonder who would perform any number of jobs that seem unlikely to be loved on their own merits.
I think the boomers were misguided on this point. I think we should be doing what we love because we love it. Because it makes our lives richer and more joyful. Because it brings purpose to jobs we quite possibly don't adore.
Mothers, in particular, are encouraged to strip away every extraneous part of themselves to devote themselves wholeheartedly to the task of raising children. And while motherhood is obviously a worthy calling, I often meet women who have become shadows of their children. And I worry for the women. And I worry for the children.
I'm attracted to the women who hold a place for themselves. Who find time for the things that they love. Who show their children that the world has untold adventures and who enthusiasticallypursue their passions.
Last Saturday I woke up before the sun to meet Corrina at Lucky Cricket Farm. We spent the first light of the day honoring a hobby that is so much more than a hobby. Her love for Caleb isn't passing, and the sacrifices she makes for him aren't trivial. This is a part of who she is. It is a part of her core. And so she does what needs to be done.
She talks about the weekends spent at the barn with children in tow, How her kids played in the fields and on trails. I can imagine them, hair matted with sweat, shoes dirty, cheeks flush. I can imagine the community they felt enveloped by. The lessons they learned as seasons passed. As animals came and went. Their lives was richer and more joyful because she honored her passion.