I shouldn’t be writing this post. Really, I shouldn’t be. When it comes down to it, my wife should be writing it, not me.
She is the one with the dreams and ambitions. Don’t get me wrong; I have my dreams…
My dream is to have a green lawn.
To her, it might not seem that way when she comes home to find our grass higher than the house that has sat vacant down the street for a few weeks. If she wants to motivate me, all she has to do is say, “OK I’m going to go out and mow the lawn myself.”
Without hesitation, maybe a few words under my breath, I’ll make my way up to our closet, and pull out my green stained shoes with holes in them, put on my paint covered shorts, slip in my earbuds and head out to mow the lawn.
Even though there are times that I complain about it, mowing the lawn is somewhat cathartic. Maybe it is the tunes that are playing in my head. Maybe it is sitting on the back deck, smelling of freshly cut grass, with a beer in hand, looking at my domain… the lawn.
It isn’t just me who is enjoying the newly cut grass either; it’s the dog and the kids.
For my wife, it doesn’t stop there. She is the true visionary of our household. It is because of my wife that this summer, we intend to make our backyard the place all of the neighborhood kids want to come play in. She is the one who requested that the kids get a swing set for Christmas. I might groan, but there is part of me that agrees with her (and no I’m not just saying this because I know she will read this). I do agree with her.
The lawn is the place we make our memories. We are a family who lives in the outdoors. We have fires in the fire pit, the kids (or kid until the second one starts running on his own) running the backyard as I am flipping burgers on the grill.
The lawn was the place we ventured out two Octobers ago to announce that we were expecting our second child. A memory that if you look at the picture, turned out more than perfect.
Our lawn is the place where I have been and will be teaching our two boys to be playing baseball.
The lawn is the first place that my son learned hard work, even if all it was helping me rake up the leaves.
And then would consequently go and ruin said pile of leaves…
The lawn is the place where my two boys will go to explore the great outdoors, even if it is right out our back door.
And envision their next adventure on a rainy day…
The lawn is an extremely important part of our lives. That is why my wife, lovingly nags, me to do the all of the work that we do to our lawn. Without our lawn, we wouldn’t be able to make the memories that we do with our family.
It might seem to me that we put too much work into our lawn, it is when I remember the memories that have come from that hard work that make it great.
I am working with Life of Dad and Cub Cadet to give you the chance to crush your lawn goals much as I do. You can enter a chance to win one Cub Cadet RZT L 42 KH Lap Bar Zero-Turn Rider (ARV $2,399.99), hotel accommodations for two, and two tickets to attend an NHRA event in the summer of 2017. You can enter here!
Disclosure: I have partnered with Life of Dad and Cub Cadet for this campaign, but my non-green lawn pictures and opinions are my own.