proud

it is the throes of our busiest time. each minute it seems is occupied with absolute must dos, the mental space to write anything is almost nonexistent.  i am compelled to write though, as i love this opportunity to put words to the thoughts brewing in my mind as i pick, process, and plant my way though these august days.

summer

raising your children is hard work. i have traveled the globe and tended the earth, been through life and death more times than i can recount, but the soul searching, day in day out of raising my kids is definitely my most challenging journey: fear and doubt can weigh so heavily.  it is with great jubilation that i share a glimpse of the home educated, home raised, first born babe of mine as a teenager.

he turned 16 this year and with it came the right to drive. yikes. i am impressed that  my child is the one who bought his own first truck with his own hard earned, well saved, cash. heck, he even has money left to fill the tank. makes a mama proud, right?

truck

then there is the duck coop. we are in the midst of a mild, manageable, familial obsession with ducks. our flock is still quite small, but homeless nevertheless. when our feathered friends outgrew their brooder, my boy had to take charge.

coop1

sometimes i take my son’s drive for granted, i have lived with it each day for over 16 years. the workmanship, care, design, and effort that went into this coop is beyond my description. it is by all definition a solo project, he asked for help only when he needed a ride to the wood shop up at the farm stay. the execution of this project is a true testament to this fella

coop

 

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cooppppp

roof

 

 

he is growing up. he’s taking responsibility for himself. he treats others with respect and kindness.  there are days when i wished he was kinder to his younger sister. there are days when i beg him to be a bit more respectful to me, his mama. we are in adolescence after all. now, for just right now, i can catch a glimpse of the adult he is becoming: capable and trustworthy, kind and honest. i sail the smooth waters. for now.

smotth

 

 

2 thoughts on “proud

  1. Such a fine job, My young flock has flown the nest My son was the youngest . I can relate to the joy and difficuly of the task. Thanks for haring your words they touched my heart.

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