So, I never thought that I’d ever be raising my kids like this. Like, ever. Little farm girl, 4-Her Gracie? No way.I was brought up rurally. My kids are growing up urban.I grew up not only in North America, but in Montana and Wyoming, a class all its own. My kids are not only growing up in Africa (and that’s a looong way from Montana!), but in urban Uganda. Like, not even cool mud hut, rustic, haul–water-on-your-head Uganda.More like wow, I really feel like a homely frump while waiting in the line for the ATM with a bunch of meticulously and stylishly dressed women, not a Carrhart to be found, Uganda. The traffic is stinky, everyone’s on mobile phones, and look out for that cow sleeping in the road right next to the internet café and the woman driving by in the $100,000 Land Cruiser. Oh, and don’t forget the Russians. Our lives would not be complete without the creepy Russians. Yeah, weird.