Today I’m grateful that our ward didn’t leave for Youth Conference as early as I did as a teenager, otherwise we would have had to wake the kids up for their morning chores a lot earlier. (Mostly because I need two other people in order to milk our Nubian doe and until the kids come back on Saturday, it’s just me here. Julia will be able to help tomorrow morning, but not today because of work.)
So, I’m grateful for them leaving later in the morning so that I’m not stuck trying to find a way to milk Ebony by myself. (She doesn’t like to be milked…)
I know I say it a lot, but I am incredibly grateful for my sister’s kids, my eldest niece and nephews. I’ve known them (and lived with them) for the majority of their lives (and all but a few months for the youngest actually now that I think about it…) and they haven’t really ever known me as anything other than the way I am. They didn’t see me full to bursting with energy and bouncing all over the place day after day after day…
(I was a right little heathen as a child. That one potential boyfriend for one of my sisters never did come back…)
They’ve grown up having to help take care of me during bad days just as much as I’ve helped take care of them. I don’t think I’ll ever really be a ‘full’ adult in their minds. I count enough for some things, but there are definitely times where I just don’t count enough (like driving for instance…)
But despite all of that, they still treat me like a person, even when I’m all dizzy and confused about who people are. They treat me like I’m a person and that is worth so much more than most people realize.
You don’t know how much until it isn’t there. Like all truly precious things.
I cracked up because that first line? That was my fourteen-year-old niece. (I later found that she was talking about the way a lot of teen novels are leaning towards teen assassins, but I was kind of out of it (been really dizzy, vertigo) and only heard the first half and just cracked up.)
We wake up at what I call O Dark Thirty every morning to start feeding, watering and milking the animals before the kids have to eat breakfast and catch the bus to school. I think they kids are doing pretty good at this, though there are mornings where I just know they’re going to miss the bus.
Every day, twice a day (sometimes three times if it’s really hot) I go through the list of making sure the kids have watered all of the plants on the farm and this is what my sister’s youngest told me when I asked this morning.
This week I am thankful for the new little goats that we have. There are four and they are adorable and I would include pictures but my phone broke and I haven’t gotten the replacement to work for the pictures just yet. I will get some up as soon as I can.
If you ask my niece and nephews why I am a horrible aunt, they will tell you many things, but right now my eldest nephew will mostly say it’s because I make him do holiday homework on national holidays.
I’m grateful for that homework, though, because it gives them something else to do when on some days they just stare at the ceiling because all of their friends are gone and they’ve all already used up their electronic time.
That and it’s good to keep that knowledge near the front of their heads so it’s not such a big culture shock when they get back to school.