Nine years ago today my baby girl made her way into the world. She was four weeks early, obviously deciding that she was tired of the cramped conditions in my belly as well as spending long days caring for cattle during the Fall Run at the feed yard.
While I believe that all of my girls are a gift from God, the circumstances surrounding Karyn’s first four years uniquely changed both my body and my perspective of life. Unknowingly, over the years, Karyn has propelled me toward adopting my own mantra.
When my life is over and I leave this world, I do not want to have any part of myself left. I want to have used all of my gifts and talents in order to have made a positive difference.
Most fall days, chores keep me hopping from the dark hours of the morning until dusk falls across the prairie in the evening. As much as possible, I try to include my girls in those chores. I believe that working with animals teaches focus as well as compassion and responsibility. It takes the emphasis away from self, and instead focuses the caregiver’s attention on another being.
Just as there is a part of my heart that cares unconditionally, there is also a part of my brain that accepts the necessary life skill of learning to share. That skill not only pertains to the way that I care for my animals, but it also bridges into every relationship in my life. Passing that skill on to my girls is of the utmost importance to me.
Last weekend, Karyn made her own birthday party invitations on the computer. She proudly brought them up to show me when she was finished, and my eyes filled with tears when I read her request for birthday gifts.
She may only be nine years old today, but she already is realizing the vital importance of Learning to Share.
What more could a Mama ask for?