It’s been the inevitable low after the high. A great weekend, followed by some real-life hard times. What better way to break up the monotony than taking a field trip to a local farm/veterinary clinic? So, yesterday we headed out to some friends’ farm for some animal fun.
Nadine was in her glory, feeding the baby goats and petting the horses. Betty wasn’t as sure about the goats at first, but soon warmed up to them. She also got licked many time by one of the dogs until she giggled. It was so adorable.
Jack was super brave to ride the horse bare-back in his crocs. He’s brave in other ways too. The other day I was watching him from the bathroom window. He was outside, tying a karate belt to a tree branch. Next, he climbed the tree and tied the other end to a higher branch. Then he jumped down and grabbed hold of the loop he just made. After a quick tug to make sure it was tight, he confidently hoisted himself about four off the ground and started to pull himself up by the rope. All of a sudden, one end came untied and he fell flat on his back with a thud. I expected tears, but he lay there for a second before brushing himself off and standing up. I came outside to make sure he was okay, and before I could ask him, he said, “Mom! Guess what? I just made a trap and it works!” Pause. “I tested it.” Oh, my.
I know the Lord has great plans for that boy. When he’s not being tough, he is super sweet. He’s been diligently working on his letters and numbers. I found that counting to a hundred while pulling out a measuring tape is right up his alley.
Betty has been changing so much this month! She still gives us “the look” with wrinkled nose, furrowed eyebrows and a loud squawking sound to accompany it. We are working on our manners and today she learned how to give high fives. Her favorite thing outside is to collect rocks, put them into something and give a high five after each rock. She’s sporting seven teeth, with more popping through very soon. She loves to talk with her hands and tell stories with much inflection. Perhaps a linguist?
There is something satisfying about watching boys whack things with sticks. Their language isn’t with words, but rather with loud noises and a mutual understanding of sounds and war-like cries.
They are very different than girls.
So, even though I’ve been challenged to my core this week on wife-hood and mother-hood, I’m so thankful for the rewards each day. Hugs, forgiveness, love, smiles, and little glimpses of growth in hearts and minds.