There comes a time in the life of every child when you have to share the gritty truth of your identity with the people who gave birth to you, but the process isn’t easy. You’re filled with doubt and self-loathing. You wonder why God chose to make you this way, and you search for any possible alternative to the lifestyle you are being called to. But there is not alternative, and there is no escape. You have to live as you were born to live or you might as well not live at all. And so, you search for the right moment. You muster up every ounce of courage within you, and you try to borrow a little more. Then when the inevitable moment arrives, it all just comes gushing out.
“Mom, Dad, I’ve got something important to tell you. I hope you won’t judge me. I hope you know I’m the same little girl you’ve known and loved all these years…”
At this point your parents are sure you are about to confess to being an ax murder or that you received an end stage diagnosis for a terminal disease. With your last bit of courage, you look them in the eye and spit out the truth.
“Mom, Dad, I’m a farmer.”