The first time I heard the words sternly rush from my mouth, I gasped. What did I just say to my kids? Was that really me speaking or was that my mother?
Come on mothers, you know you’ve done it. All those “words of wisdom” we pretended not to hear, we actually heard and remembered.
Tonight as we prepared to leave for 4-H, I called out instructions, “Turn off the lights. We don’t need to fund an entire electrical company.”
“Winter coats, please. It isn’t summer anymore.”
And now in the car, backing out of the garage. “When you did chores, did you give fresh water?”
“Okay, I’ll let you think on that.”
Silence. We pulled out to the shed so the kids could try chores again.
Now finally leaving the drive and I notice all the upstairs lights on. “Kids, the lights?! Honestly, are you expecting a party?”
At 4-H, several times I asked the kids to use the brain God gave them. Then my farm princess pinched her finger . . . barely . . . and I responded with, “No blood. You’re good.”
I’m sure I’ll have many moments when I stop short of repeating my mother, but then realize that the words I’m searching for are the words she shared with me . . .
. . . which are the words her mother shared with her.
Read more 30 Days of Farm Girl Memories
- Day 1: Surprise Kittens
- Day 2: The Men in My Life
- Day 3: Small Town Saturday Night
- Day 4: “Fall”ing in Love
- Day 5: A Bag of Caramels
- Day 6: Chores in the Dark
And find other 30 Day bloggers starting with the one who got us into this – Holly Spangler from My Generation.