To find a career to which you are adapted by nature,
and then work hard at it,
is about as near to a formula for success and happiness as the world provides.
This has been a crazy few weeks for me. There was not one chunk of time that I was not in the middle of something, or thinking about being in the middle of something, and dreamed of being in the middle of something.
I did get off to the city for a week. According to My Hero, I did miss a few things here on the farm. Take for instance our calf situation. We are now at number 22. I had mentioned to him before I had left that it appeared to me that Brandi had birthed a set of twins. Well, he did not believe me. One evening when I was away he phoned and told me that Brandi had indeed had a set of twins. “I told you” did not come from my lips but it was indeed on the tip of my tongue.
The weather has cooperated greatly too our herd of healthy calves. As I sit here this morning and watch them it is soon evident that they are full of energy and our spring weather has them very busy. They never stop moving. This has their mothers a bit stressed.
I also remember back to how stressed out a mother can be, after my week of living in the house with a toddler.
Today’s parents seemed to be pulled in so many different directions. Two working parents, daycare, house duties, child rearing and multiple activities fill most days. I began to remember my own “toddler in the house” days. I did not have daycare unless my parents or a sister jumped in during an emergency. I guess we could call the leaving my daughter in a hay manger with the cows while they munched the hay beside her, sort of a daycare. Or the time when a playpen was set up in the barn, where the cows or pigs at the time had their watchful eyes on them. Possibly, putting one in a basket in the tractor with cab, while you tilled the fields and they slept, could be somewhat like those “take your child to work” days. There were more days like that then I care to remember. It seemed always to be the take your children to work day here on the farm.
Today I have to admit that I am a bit exhausted after being surrounded by all the things that go on in the house of a family with small children. I am grateful for the quietness of the farmhouse this morning. This does not mean that I am not wishing I was right back up there, right in the middle of what to me now seems like some sort of organized chaos. It reminds me so much of those years of our own child-rearing days. I am happy I am not back there but I did love it.
My daughter asked me how I did all that needed to be done. I shared the fact that I do not remember all of it and had I forgotten a lot. It was a busy time for sure. We did our best and we did what had to be done but did not stress about the little things that did not get done, and it all worked out.
That is what they have to remember. Before you know it your house will be empty and you will be remembering those good old days that seem to be missing pieces of the chaos. That organized chaos can be seen as a good thing after it is all over. At least it seems to have worked out for us. It also made me want to jump into the middle of it once in a while just to remember how crazy it can seem. It will all work out. Grand parenting is, I have to say, much easier.