Time is passing fast. Easter has come and gone and Spring is supposed to be here! The fields are still wet and occasionally when we wake up, actually covered with snow! In March it seemed like spring was going to arrive, but it seems we're still waiting. So much has happened since March. My mother is home from the hospital, recovering. My daughter is having some health issues and we're waiting for a firm diagnosis. Soon the farmer will be out in the fields working the ground and planting his crops for the year.
Things are quiet in the barn. I only have one new calf at the moment. Millie, my dog, likes that. It means my chores don't take very long and I'll take her for a walk down the road. Dogs really like to walk and sniff at every little smell. She's no different. It seems to be very exciting for her to walk the same route two or three times a day, everyday! She always seems to find a new smell to discover! Oh to have the life of my dog! Not a worry in the world! Oh well, I guess not every dog gets to live the life of Millie!
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Facing Reality
As we get older, so do our parents. My father passed away almost 16 years ago. He was a young man, really, just 60 years old.
Today, my mother, in her mid 70's, was admitted to the hospital. She's not well, she has had some gastro related problems for the last few years. She will probably recover and be fine, her health is otherwise very good.
But as we go through life we see ourselves as someone, often in relation to others. I am the farmer's wife, or Shauna's mother, or Nick's sister and I am my mother's daughter. I was my daddy's little girl, even when I was 25 years old and living on my own. But once my father passed away, that role didn't exist anymore. For the first couple of years after my father's death, my brothers tried hard to continue to make me feel like daddy's little girl. As they married and had wives and children of their own, the roles changed again.
I became sister-in-law, aunt, godmother.
I don't think I'm ready yet to stop being my mother's daughter.
Today, my mother, in her mid 70's, was admitted to the hospital. She's not well, she has had some gastro related problems for the last few years. She will probably recover and be fine, her health is otherwise very good.
But as we go through life we see ourselves as someone, often in relation to others. I am the farmer's wife, or Shauna's mother, or Nick's sister and I am my mother's daughter. I was my daddy's little girl, even when I was 25 years old and living on my own. But once my father passed away, that role didn't exist anymore. For the first couple of years after my father's death, my brothers tried hard to continue to make me feel like daddy's little girl. As they married and had wives and children of their own, the roles changed again.
I became sister-in-law, aunt, godmother.
I don't think I'm ready yet to stop being my mother's daughter.
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