We have two dogs and they love the farm! BJ and Bella love to get in the back of the truck and go everywhere Earl goes....and bark at every one and every thing they see as they go. They will bark all the way to Bench Creek! They love to chase magpies. They love to chase deer. They love to wrestle. They love to chase cows. When they chase cows, it is pretty fun to watch. They know how to head the cattle and round them up, but if there is a baby calf whose heels just happen to get nipped...WATCH OUT!!! Those mother cows are all about protecting their babies and they will turn and chase the dogs and butt them and not relent until the dogs turn and run! WATCH OUT FOR A MOTHER PROTECTING HER BABY!
Well, suffice it to say that I feel exactly the same as one of those old mother cows protecting their babies. The funny thing is, sometimes the babies are nearly as big as the mother, but the baby is still the mother's responsibility and those mothers are really good at giving all the love and protection possible!
I went to the Cowboy Poetry Gathering last week and heard Hot Club of Cowtown , Bren Hill, Suzy Boggus, Sons of the San Joaquin and several really good poets. I even attended a writers workshop and had a wonderful weekend. I needed it. It was the day Dad passed away one year ago. When Suzy Boggus sang Red River Valley, that was it! I tried to bite back the tears, but there was no way that was going to happen. I sat and just sobbed. As I wiped tears away, I looked at the row in front of me and Mary Lou was in the same shape as me. In the darkness of the auditorium, I let it all out. The tears poured down like rains of the monsoon and I loved my Dad and thanked Heavenly Father for letting me be his daughter.
Just as I am trying to gain my composure, Hot Club of Cowboy comes onstage. The most positive, jazzie, western, blusie, song erupts and immediately I am the ole' mother cow protecting her baby! The song evokes such emotion in me, I am snorting through my nostrils and wanting to butt someone who is after my child! I feel like I am in a cold sweat and have tried to run interference. Time Changes Everything takes me through all the emotion of the last ten months that I have felt as a mother trying to protect her child. It helped....because...after going through the disappointment of my child's heartbreak, the song ends on a very positive note ... so I feel like the old cow who has turned the dogs away! This song is about the victory of rising above a broken heart and moving on. Perhaps this is all part of an old cow protecting her baby! Chelsea, this one's for you - Babe!
Time Changes Everything
There was a time when I thought of no other...
and we sang our own love's refrain,
Our hearts beat as one, as we had our fun...
but Time Changes Everything.
When you left me, my poor heart was broken...
our romance seemed all in vain.
The dark clouds are gone and there's blue skies again...
'cause Time Changes Everything.
You can change the name of an old song...
rearrange it and make it swing,
I thought nothing could stop me from lovin' you...
but Time Changes Everything!
So "good luck" to you, may God bless you...
I can't say I won't love again!
You've gone your way and now I'll go mine...
'cause Time Changes Everything!
You've gone your way and now I'll go mine...
'cause Time Changes Everything!
Jack's Baptism
9 years ago
4 comments:
I'm kind of lost for words, Mom. Thank you so so much for everything you do for me and protecting me. Heaven only knows I have needed it. I love you so much.
We are all so lucky to have a mom who will turn back on those dogs. Thank you for letting me be part of your special day and taking Rajko and I to "Seven Brides..."
I loved the song when you played it for me. It totally fits!!
You told me to check out your blog while we were texting about cleaning the couch, so I was expecting to see a beautifully cleaned red couch. Instead now I am wiping the tears away as I sit at my desk, hoping that no one will walk by my office an wonder why I am crying!
You know how I feel about calfs, I am on the verge of being a vegetarian every year. It really is a maternal thing to love, nurture, protect, and cry for your babies. No matter how big your babies are.
Since I look and feel like a cow I completely understand the protective instincts that they have. I am glad we have an example like you as oue mother. Can't imagine what then next 10-15 years of my life will bring with these girls... I am sure I will be calling for advice. Unfortunately, all the protecting that we do is still not enough. For now we love, support, and comfort when we can!
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