AWWWWW!
Y’all thought I forgot those chicken stories, but I did not…thank you very much!!!
Jonah goes to his dad’s house most days to feed and check on the chickens.
We have one more since I wrote about them last. His or her name is Doty. We can’t tell yet. And since Kevin is a girl, and Andrea is a boy…well, it’s probably a boy!
It stormed here in Texas the other night.
I didn’t hear it. I just knew it because when I woke up I could tell there had been one.
And according to Jonah, it was a BAD one. A worry-about-your-chickens bad one!
He woke up earlier than usual, and informed me he had had a terrible nights rest.
“Mama, I didn’t sleep at all last night.”
“Why? What was on your mind, son?”
“I was worried about my chickens. I was worried their dog house turned over in the storm.”
Yes, the chickens live in a dog house.
Now, it’s a modified dog house, but it’s a dog house nonetheless!
Or domicile recycling as I like to call it.
But my Jonah had such a look of worry on him that I had to fuss a little bit.
“Jonah! Why didn’t you wake me up? That’s what moms are for! To be with you when you’re scared or worried.”
And this is what he said…. I swear it, y’all!
“I didn’t want to wake you, because you looked so peaceful.”
OK…… AWWWWW!!!
So in my now weepy state, I was reminded how I used to rock him to sleep singing the same little chorus over and over again until he nodded off in my arms.
I’ll love you forever.
I’ll like you for always.
As long as I’m living,
My baby you’ll be.
And even though he’s only 13, he switched over for a moment. He took care of me by letting me rest.
But at some point we all have to switch over and reverse the rolls.
I can’t approach healthy living like a baby all my life.
At some point, I have to reverse the rolls.
Someone taught me how to eat one time, but I can’t expect them to call me on a daily basis and tell me exactly what to eat every day, every meal! That’s crazy!
Someone taught me how to lift. At some point I had to let go of his hand and plan my own workouts. He even told me one time when he walked across the gym to correct my form, “What do you want me to do? Spoon feed you?!”
Of course not!
Babies were meant to grow up….even babies in fitness.
While it’s hard to let go sometimes, you can sure go a lot farther when you do.
