Thursday, May 29, 2008
We had a visit from the hooftrimmer yesterday. That is not so very unnusual, as it happens every 6 weeks like clockwork around here. What was really uplifting about the day was the story Chuck told me about our hooftrimmer's family when he came in for supper last night.
Mark and his wife work together to trim cows' feet. Mark's Dad also comes along to some farms-and he is in his 80's.
Chuck has always had wonderful conversations with both of them, but yesterday, something really struck a cord with him, which did with me as well, which is why I find it something that needs to be written about.
Mark's parents had 2 sons biologically. Mark, and his first brother. Mark's brother was born with Downs Syndrome, 40+ years ago. The idea of putting him in a home for special care was never even a thought to these parents. The thing they were concerned with, was, who would he have for friends as he grew up. So, at 40+ years of age, they went seeking to adopt 2 more boys with Downs Syndrome-and now, at 80+, these devoted parents are still "raising" their 3 sons with DS in their home. When Mark and his Dad go hoof-trimming for the day, they always bring one along with them. It is good for everyone involved, and especially Mom, who is left home alone during the day with the remaining 2.
Mark's Dad shared with Chuck that at 40, having those 3 boys in the home was just something they knew they had to do, and loved and raised them as best they could. But, he also added, that at 80+, it is getting to be a challenge, but they would not have it any other way.
Chuck was very humbled by the conversation. How many parents, us included,
complain about our daily jobs, and our roles as parents, and we have "normal" children? We have children that have normal mental capacities, who will eventually grow up and leave the home.
Sometimes, it is really good to be reminded that life is really too short to fill our days with murmuring, grumbling and complaining. The dedication, love and patience that they have shown their special sons all these years is a true test of character. For some reason, I feel I fall far short of that mark they have set, but it is something to strive for none-the-less.
On another note, my dear husband was to the Dr last week. We knew his cough was not good, and with his asthma, I was fearing Walking Pneumonia or something equally ugly. Well, it was nothing like that, but after a cortisone shot to help clear the congestion in his lungs, the Dr also told him, "I THINK we can clear this up without a night in the hospital."
Chuck has never been told anything like that before, and he has had sinus infections all his life-this one was a bad one, and so unlike anything else he has had before. Such a strange year for sinus stuff and breathing problems, but hopefully after a week of antibiotics, and probably another round of them, just to be sure, and a very expensive new inhaler, maybe we can overcome this, and I can get my cheerful, energetic husband back soon. And I think my children need their smiling, playful Daddy again too.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I so love to garden. I love growing our food, I love decorating the yard with beautiful flowers in pots and flowerbeds. I love spring when it is finally time to get seeds into the ground, and wait patiently for the first little signs of life to sprout up out of the ground. I have been especially blessed this year as my 2 oldest children, both 9, have been able to really help this year. Nick learned to run the tiller, which of course, meant Kendell had to learn as well. They did a very good job of it, and as it can be quite a tedious job for Mom to do, it was a wonderful new game for the 2 children this year.
Yesterday, we spent the entire afternoon in the garden planting our sweet corn, potatoes, and a few other things. Today, it is Sunday, and if the rain holds off-although we really do need it, I would like to try and finish everything else this afternoon. It is Memorial Weekend, and last year, I had things coming up already. This year, it has been too cold and wet to plant much earlier, and I have been lamenting the lateness of the gardening season, but I chuckle when I remember other years when I really did plant a garden in July-really, I did-and it still produced well.
We have huge rows of raspberries that have sprung up from the original 30 plants we brought with us from our old farm. The strawberry bed has been revamped this year and doubled in size, and there are many blossoms out there, which means berries aren't far behind. We have enjoyed the early rhubarb in several desserts already, and can't wait for the first strawberry-rhubarb pie.
My children have been beside me through most of the gardening this year. Both Kendell and Nick love being out there. Tyler, on the other hand, is much more into boy things, like making sticks into guns, throwing rocks, and just being 3. And I am so blessed by his being 3, that it only irritates me a little bit when he tromps off into the garden, stomping on my newly planted rows of raspberries that we transplanted this year.
Even though I did lose my patience a time or 2 with the older children yesterday, I know we all had an enjoyable time in the garden. Making memories, discussing memories from last year's harvest time and canning season, planning summer fun, learning how the corn planter works-a borrowed treasure from a friend that is now on my MUST-BUY list as it is also great for marking the rows before you plant the other crops-watching Tyler explore his world, petting a persistent kitty that insisted on sitting in the bucket of cut potatoes, or better yet, on top of the ones just put in the ground but not covered up yet. It is a joy to be home and be a Momma, and be in the garden.
Many blessings to all
Thursday, May 22, 2008
One of the many jobs he learned to handle was scraping the manure 2x a day while the cows were being milked
A rare down moment-Nick and Fred putting a global puzzle together-it was a wonderful time of learning more about world-geography, as well as sharing laughs
again, feeding calves together-always smiles and laughter too!!
Fred is a wonderful young man, with a true heart for the Lord. He is gentle and kind and very compassionate, and will make a wonderful missionary. We will be praying diligently for you and your family Fred, over the next year, and especially the next 24 hours, when you will be flying for 16 hours into the tropics-it is bound to be hot there!! May God richly bless you, and hold you in the palm of His hand until your return next year.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
then, there is always the too much to do scenario-farm, kids, garden, house, yard, homeschool, laundry, meals, friends??, family???, who has time to clean an office, much less file paperwork away, and keep up with the email groups, and actually mail letters and notes to friends I haven't seen for ages-UGH!!
I did spend a delightful time in the garden today-both my 9 yr olds learned to run the tiller today, and boy do they think they are smart. Of course, I had a 3 1/2 yr old who thought he should be out there too, but he settled for a 1/2 hour ride on the lawn mower while I tried to knock down some of the grass in our 5 acres of lawn-double UGH!!
I need to load a few photos to get caught up from the last few weeks, then maybe we can start fresh with some sunshiney, bright pictures of Spring in Wisconsin!!
I also can't believe the stress over having a blog that I just don't take the time to write in as much as I planned-for some reason, I envisioned wonderful posts, filled with family updates, homeschool updates, etc-and all I end up with is -where do I fit this in???
Something has to give, somewhere-and yes, I am praying about it
I am not sure I ever mentioned this, but my 2 oldest LOVE to read, and I loved reading to them when we first got them home-they spend hours a week reading anything and everything. The first few times we tried reading with Tyler, yikes, disaster-he would not, could not, sit still. I though, OH NO, this one is never going to like books.
Well, how very wrong I was-the first trip to the library, Kendell and I brought home a bunch of board books, and he proceeded to pile them in BaBa's chair, climb up into it, and "read" his books-and guess what, after 2 months, he LOVES being read to, and loves to get his own books and "read" in bed like big brother and sis do before nap time!
God is SOOO GOOD!