(um, about that title? Jethro says the meds are working.)
We took a quick 24 hour vacation at Grama's farm over the weekend. There were horses to be brushed, a barn to be cleaned, and the most fun church service of the whole year...
The grade 6 to 8 kids did the church service! The whole service, except for the song leading, was kid-run! They had a slide show of their activities throughout the year, and I felt so good that despite our geographical distance from the church, our kids were included in a couple of those fun times. This is such a great group of kids -- fun, creative personalities who include everybody. (No surprise, I dig all their parents too.)
Each kid got a chance to say a little piece behind the pulpit, into the microphone. I think the recording engineer's kids should have zero fear of a mic. They each did a scripture reading and they did a great job.
When I was a kid, my paternal grandfather was our pastor. I learned early on how to read a scripture to the congregation. (He was an amazing preacher too. Really good at waking everybody up!)
I don't go out of my way to bible-thump my kids. That's not how I was raised. I think it should be lived, every day, rather than beaten into a kid. I got dragged to church every Sunday, even if I spent the whole hour drawing pictures of ponies. Eventually something started sinking in. Then years later I brought my babies and sat at the back in case I needed to make a quick escape. Now we sit right at the front. I have no idea what's sinking in... but I do know that our church values our children. I love that. We value our youth and our elderly, and rightly so.
I valued my daughter on Saturday by insisting that she come out and help me with the horses.
It is finally spring. I can tell, if not by the rapid green spreading everywhere, then from the tractor in the field and by the clouds of dirty horse hair.
We like to harrow the pasture once before letting the horses out to graze. Dad's already fixed the fence, which took a real beating from the snow this winter. We thought it would be neat to get the kids to drag the harrow with the 4 wheeler.
We'll have to wait until the kids are big enough to drive the tractor. Okay, that's a bit of a joke. The Girl is taller than me now. She was driving my dad's winter-beater van when they spent the long weekend with them! I think their tractor driving lessons will happen on summer vacation.
But on that day, with no harrowing to do, they could only go goof off and blast around the pasture field for the pure fun of it.
Bucky kind of scares me sometimes.
With Bucky out on the 4 Wheeler, the Girl had time to get busy with the camera. This is one of her favourite pastimes. She got all arty, yes ahhh-tee, with our little Cyber Shot. She gets crazy cool pictures out of that camera.
GAH! HERE COMES BUCKY!!!!!!!
I didn't even know what the heck these two were up to while I was busy grooming horses, and lungeing, and hoofpicking. I knew they were bombing around, playing. I'd see flashes of child and then they were off again.
I remember that life!
They've been told their entire lives that someday we'll move out there, to the general area in which both their parents grew up, and where our relatives and some friends still live. I don't know when someday will happen. Honestly, as much as I want to get out of town and live in the wide open sky country, surrounded by tractors and big trucks and silos, the thought of leaving my town friends is heartbreaking.
I'll invite them out for the weekend...