Have you ever had a day where you feel like you are exhibiting a sign PhD. ? I have those days almost everyday. My grown adult children are always seeking to have someone to listen to them. That certain someone is me. Most of the time I do not mind, I am thankful they come to a parent to unload or ask advice. Then sometimes I feel overwhelmed. Strictly speaking, motherhood has its joys.
Sometimes I feel like a glob of playdough,being pulled this way and that way. I am to be available 24/7 with basically no time for my own self. When I awake in the morning I dart around the house accomplishing all the housework including making myself presentable for the day. In this way I can have at least a few hours in favor of what I choose to do before the day begins for everyone else. By evening I am the worse for wear. Periodically I feel like wearing a sign, “DECOMMISSIONED”.
The year 1996 our family went on a week long camping trip to Kentucky. We traveled through out the beautiful state and observed splendid sceneries. We were on a back road in Northern Kentucky where there were many tobacco farms. In Kentucky nearly all tobacco barns are painted black to retain the heat so the tobacco plants that have been cut and placed up into the barns can dry faster. Then the tobacco is sold at an auction building. Regardless as we were driving along this beautiful countryside,our son Jotko age 7 at the time, catches sight of the black barns and yells out “Eagle Feathers”. Well, he assumed the tobacco hanging upside down in the barn (kind of off in the distance) were eagle feathers. We somewhat chuckled,never the less 15 years later we still tease him about eagle feathers and we all laugh.
Kentucky’s winter weather has remained unusually warm,with no measurable snow. Our spring began considerably a month ago. I recall February was not over yet and the daffodils were blooming with color. Currently we are cutting grass and peoples allergies are reacting to high pollen count. The landscapes are exhibiting gorgeous blossoms on trees and shrubs. Grass is emerald green and sprays of color from an array of spring flowers blooming. Spring looks extremely beautiful this year even though it may be early, God always knows what we need.
This is a drawing of my two older sons,Bobonator age 10 and Hymie age 8. Bobonator was at the age of exploring and constructing. He thought of a so called brilliant idea in which he so thought. In 1990 we were renting a farmhouse that was once an apportionment of a large farm approximately 150 years old.Established in Fryburg,Holmes County,Ohio. The land was awarded to the Fry family through President Ullysses S. Grant with regard to serving in the civil war.The land stayed in the family for generations. Bobonator had a Radio Flyer Wagon,he placed two milk crates onto the wagon upside down to function as seats for Hymie and himself. Next,he fastened a couple of polls to the wagon and tied a window shade to the polls,similar to a sail. He thought he had a great invention. A wagon with a sail that would transport him and Hymie around the yard.And the fact that it was a Radio Flyer wagon,he was capable of steering his wagon where he wanted to go in the yard. But to no avail it did not happen.Simply downhill,at least he endeavored and was utilizing his imagination.
Sibling rivalry goes all the way back to Cain and Abel. When Bobonator and Hymie were young,they always teased their younger sisters,VanCheddar and Balinky. VanCheddar and Balinky were at the age of playing with Barbie and Ken dolls. We were renting a duplex house and we lived upstairs. Bobonator and Hymie would hang the dolls off the front porch in order to tease their sisters. That is one memory they all tease each other with to this day.