"Dress me in the clothes / I wore in the day's round. / Lay me in a wooden box. / Put the box in the ground." -- Wendell Berry's "Testament"
As lifelong city folk, rural life was new to my husband and me when we moved from Washington D.C. to an intentional Christian community on a farm in Illinois five years ago. For the first few years, we probably resembled the over-protective parents that Hanna Rosin critiques in The Atlantic as we warned our growing children to avoid electric fences, machine shops, farm implements, tractors, and even the creek.
The farm has become a unique setting for our kids to experience risk and reality. As parents, we've since learned about the bravery and self-assurance that comes from letting kids face dangers on their own. We've also observed surprising lessons about life and death.
Last fall, my farmer husband was ready to butcher the two-dozen geese that lived in our strawberry fields all season, weeding and ...1