Thursday, August 02, 2018

Loss for Words

Lately, I find myself at a loss for words.  I stumbled through my answer the first few times I was asked but even now, I'm not quite sure how to answer the question.

When asked about my son, I've always been able to answer so very proudly, "He is in fourth grade, he's playing the trumpet in band.  He still loves reading!" or, "He's in middle school.  He's actually taking high school level classes!" or "He's a junior at Central. He also attends the math and science high school as well" or even, "He's a senior at State, majoring in Computer Science Engineering.  He already has a great job lined up for after graduation!" Every time, I was able to speak to the amazing potential in this boy.  Even when he was struggling through Calculus in high school, he was still taking classes at a more difficult level.  Now, when asked about my amazing boy, any answer I respond with seems less than accurate, diminishing almost.  "He is living and working near Lansing" or "He is working for a software company near State." Nothing that I come up with conveys the same potential, the same accomplishment, the same level of work he is putting into life. 

I expect this is true of most parents and this stage of life with their grown children, but I'm at a loss for an answer.  While I understand that having a job upon graduation is still a blessing that most will recognize, my pride in his accomplishments is far greater than just that he is employed.  The fact of the matter is, I want to brag on his behalf, I want to express how wonderful it is for his hard work, especially in college, to pay off handsomely at this point in his young adult life!  To make matters worse, I expect this is the same answer I will be giving for a number of years now.  So soon, the accomplishment of a job upon graduation will wear off and at best he will come off as a twenty-something living and working in his field.  Yip.Dee. 

When I think about my own life, and what my dad must say when people ask about his kids, "Oh, Amy?  She's still teaching.  She and her husband have a small hobby farm. They are doing well."  Yip.Dee. indeed.

Perhaps it's because when asked, the expected answer is based in accomplishments.  As we age, those "accomplishments" often include having a career that pays the bills and raising a family.  But in truth, people doing both of those things could be vastly different in terms of happiness.  Isn't it happiness that we really want to use as a measure of "success"? 

So how awkward will it be when someone asks about Jacob and I go on and on, gushing about how happy he is?  Won't people assume I'm hiding something?  Or that his accomplishments don't add up to squat, so I'm rambling on about how grounded, and level-headed and responsible he is instead?  Probably.  Or there might still be the follow-up questions that imply I avoided the question, "Yes, but what is he doing?" or "How is his job going?" Not that those aren't valid questions, but again, I think his success is measured by far more than the programming he does for a software company.  At least it does in my book.

So, if you want to know how Jacob is doing nowadays, just ask.  You'll likely get an earful as I boast about what an amazing man he has turned into.  But if you want to know about his job, well, you might just have to ask him yourself.

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Summer

Delilah was NOT going to share her corn stalk today, even with Elliott!

The Mister had to explain there are only so many stalks of corn in the garden that we've already picked corn from. 

Samson loves when we come to play with Elliott as it means he gets a bowl of grain all to himself!


And then there's cutey pie Elliott!!

Not quite two months old but too cute for words.  
He's not to thrilled to see us when we first arrive in the pasture, but he does okay once he's stuck in a pen with us!

Wednesday, June 06, 2018

When People Ask...


..."When will you sell him?"  or worse..."How old will he need to be to butcher him?" I just want to scream LOOK AT THIS CALF!!!

I mean, I LOVE my steak (and my burgers and my tacos and my...) but if I had to kill this little guy in order to eat any of those, I'd become a vegetarian in a heartbeat!

Friday, June 01, 2018

The Baby

Delilah and her new son


About two hours old



Samson and the Calf

Family

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Grateful

Why I'm grateful a large branch fell on our roof at 8:00 pm on Friday night:

1.  It didn't fall on our roof at 3am on Friday morning.  Dealing with this in the middle of the night would have been tremendously worse.  Obviously darkness would have made things much more difficult, but it was also raining later that evening and there's always my biggest concern:  bats.

2.  It didn't happen at 9am Friday morning, either.  We were home at 8pm.  Any other time and we might have been at work, or out for the evening and come home to this mess, or even gone for the weekend, but we were home when it happened.

3.  We had the whole weekend to deal with it.  We didn't have the added stress of going to work and trying to make phone calls and arrangements with the insurance company.

4.  It wasn't raining yet.  The sun was still shining while the holes got covered and tarped.

5. We didn't have a houseful of company this weekend.  We did not that long ago and we will soon, but this weekend it was just us.

6.  Rob and Julie were home.  Not only was an extra set of hands helpful, but someone not emotionally affected by several holes in the roof was also a plus.  The best part?  I didn't have to go on the roof!

7. We now know what it's like.  Maybe that sounds irrelevant, but when you live in the woods and your home is surrounded by trees, this is bound to happen.  We thought it would have happened with the dead ash we had taken down last month, but in any case, we now know that while the event itself is rather frightening, we have awesome insurance (with extra coverage for trees!) and a great agent who made the whole process simple and relatively painless. 

The one thing I am NOT grateful for:

Why couldn't it have damaged the deck that so badly needs replacing!??!

Sunday, May 06, 2018

The Graduate

Jacob, May 6, 2018

"The Gang"

Riley, TJ and Jacob

Carissa and Jacob


May you always be this happy!!

Monday, March 26, 2018

Trudy

Meet Trudy, our seven week old bernedoodle puppy.

She has quickly charmed her way into our hearts (despite the piddle on the floor)
and has reminded us in many, many ways of our beloved Eli.

She is always excited to see you!


And is as happy as can be with just a stick to play with!

Of course, sticks are more fun to chew on when you sit on someone's lap!

(And Mom might get frustrated when you constantly sit on her lap when she is trying to take your picture!)

So, a puppy selfie with a stick will have to do!