Are you planning to transition your family to a
permaculture farm/homestead? Have you already done so? If so, I'm curious what you did, or what you plan to do, to help your kids weather the transition cheerfully. Do you (or did you) have a transition strategy? If so, what is/was it?
To kick things off, let me offer up my own family history (as a bad example not to be emulated). A discussion in another
thread about how badly kids can react when you mess with something they value has got me musing tonight about the toxic family dynamics that resulted when my parents took our family "back to the land" in the early 1970s.
If you've ever read John McPhee's "Coming Into the Country" about life along the Yukon River, my family is (literally) in there. John McPhee sat in our cabin, drank my mother's home brew, and taught me a card trick he learned from an inmate in a Federal prison in New York.
We were living a typical 1970s suburban lifestyle before we moved to the Yukon River country. A family of six, we moved from a five-bedroom house with all modern conveniences into a 16x20 log trapping cabin with no plumbing or electricity or phones or media (except for sporadic AM radio). We immediately began heating with
wood (so much wood!), raising
chickens, organic
gardening on permafrost (it can be done!), composting, gathering building materials (logs, poles, moss) for a bigger cabin, hunting, fishing, picking berries, and all of that.
My folks were fed up with the 9-to-5 grind, didn't like living in an Cold War mutual-assured-nuclear-destruction zone, and were worried about my three sisters (all older than me) in a large and somewhat toxic public school system that had a middle-school (!) drugs and delinquency problem. My mother was becoming fearful about processed and chemically-grown foods after reading a lot of Rodale Press and Mother Earth News. They had the best motives, and they imagined that building a homestead in the wilderness while homeschooling their kids would make us closer as a family.
It did not work out like that. To put it bluntly, they did not know their own kids, or perhaps they thought us more malleable than we proved to be.
My eldest sister was an OCD neat freak. The loss of hot running
water and clean painted living surfaces was a shock from which she did not recover until (with conspiratorial help from a sympathetic grandmother) she ran away from home (into a safe suburban setting) some years later. Before then, she did her level best (which was pretty damned creatively good) to guarantee that the whole family (and especially her younger siblings) was experiencing levels of misery comparable to her own.
Next eldest sister missed her school friends. She felt hard used at being pulled away from them without ever being consulted. It made her angry.
So angry. Guess who was littlest and safest to lash out at?
We two youngest adjusted better. But we were all, by personality and inclination, bookish kids. We wanted to read, to study, to talk, to hang out. My older sisters, who knew about such things, missed television and movies and shopping and babysitting and sleepovers and school and having friends their own age. We none of us ever took to the isolation or to outdoor sports and activities or to the mind-numbing volume of
work. The constant chore/labor grind of homesteading life was experienced by all the kids as a horrible stupid pointless imposition. The day-to-day personal
filth of life without plumbing or privacy was just the smelly cherry on top.
One of my sisters likes to say that I was eleven years old before I learned that my name wasn't "Get wood." She's not far wrong. Of course her name is "Go get another
bucket of water!" And we have another sister named "Close the damned door, the cold is getting in!"
Entering late middle age, I have a lot of sympathy for what my parents were hoping to accomplish. Before I was 25? Nah. And, as the youngest and most adaptable, I had been the happiest kid (not saying a lot). For my sisters, there were a lot of episodes of outright rebellion, and more trips to the woodshed than would have been gotten away with (even back then) if the nearest child welfare office had been closer than 200 miles away.
My folks would, in later life, freely admit they flubbed the transition. They apparently never regretted the change in lifestyle. But they did eventually become apologetic about failing to foresee how miserable their back-to-the-land impulse would make their kids. And to the end of their days they were honestly baffled about why none of us ever adjusted to the large amounts of physical labor that the lifestyle demanded. They worked damned hard, they expected their kids to work just as hard, and they just sort of figured we'd eventually step up and do it without complaining. That did not happen. That happy day never came. Different kids, different personalities, different ages, it all might have worked. With us it didn't. Maybe it was hopeless, or maybe it just needed to be planned better than it was. But whichever, it didn't work.
There are a lot of people here on Permies.com who want to transition their families from urban or suburban living to a farm or homestead setting. My question is: How thoroughly have you explored how your kids feel about it? What sorts of things are you doing with them (or talking to them about) to prepare them? Most of you won't be doing anything quite so dramatic as moving to a cabin on the Yukon River, but if your plans include the words "yurt" or "tipi" or "travel trailer" or "tiny house" or "outhouse" or "composting toilet" or "home schooling" you may not be missing it by much. In which case, you may have considered your strategy for making sure your family survives the transition without undue disgruntlement. Home schooling is actually easy to
sell to older kids (it gives them a lot more
freedom) but moving a long way away from all their friends is a hard pill to swallow. (Depending on your kids, farm/homestead life may or may not be a draw.) It's all very age dependent, the selling points as much as the parts they're not going to like. And, ultimately in most families, it's not their call. You're the parents, you get to decide. But there may be value in advance planning, prep work, negotiation, and various accommodations to make sure each of your kids winds up feeling like they gained something from the transition rather than just losing a lifestyle they were comfortable in.
Share your experiences! Have you already done it? Was it a problem? Are you still planning the transition? What do you think?