Roxy and motherhood

Roxy is my lovely 5 yo quarter horse. Since coming to live with us, she has taught me so many lessons. One thing I discovered very early on was a buried fear of horses! Every interaction I have with her helps me get beyond that.

Today I decided to give Rox a bath. It’s fly season which comes with lots of bites and fly spray. She will tolerate having water sprayed on her from a hose, especially in 100 degree temps, we just haven’t tried much more than that. This time we were going to do a deep clean. Use shampoo. This could be tricky.

Wanting her to realize this bath thing could be a positive experience, I moved slowly. She allowed me to rub the shampoo into her coat using water from a bucket. She loved having her neck and back scrubbed. While washing her mane and tail, I began day dreaming of how professionals wash, dry and groom their horses in preparation for competitions. Anticipation grew as I thought of seeing Roxy beautifully clean, shiny and sleek. We were on our way to gorgeous!

Time to rinse. There is really only one way and that is with the hose. As I said before, she will tolerate it, but would she tolerate it long enough for me to get the shampoo rinsed off her? At first she ran back and forth as if to escape the spray. Then she began to pick up some speed circling around me, inadvertently tying me in the hose and the lead rope. Or did she actually know what she was doing? I held my own. No I didn’t fall. Finally she jerked free from me.

After a wild gallop around the field, she returned surprisingly. Guess I’ve done something right as she showed this trust in me. We began rinsing once more. It wasn’t long before she took off again. This time, I knew she wasn’t coming back. I knew what was going to happen. After charging around, bucking and passing gas as only a horse can, she slowed her pace. Walking to a spot she determined to be the softest in the field, she pawed at the ground, and you guessed it, proceeded to roll in the dirt!!! Back and forth rubbing her back and thus her mane in the dusty, manure scattered dirt! Rising on all fours again and she gave a full body shake. Most of the dirt stuck. Sigh. There’s still shampoo in that mane and tail. That can’t be good. Didn’t get to see what her coat looks like clean and shiny. Don’t think I’ll be in any competitions anytime soon.

You know what? We had fun. It was rewarding to scratch her back and know I got most of the nasty fly spray off her. It was a victory for me to wash down each of her legs to her hooves and not be afraid, and have her respond with respect. I really love watching her run with incredible strength and grace. And yes, it’s fun to see her paw at the ground in a thoughtful way and then roll like a big dog. Having her come back to me, saying I trust you and want to be with you was the best reward of all.

Roxy and motherhood? Always a lesson to be learned. So much of what we do as mothers seems fruitlessly redundant. Laundry. Getting groceries. Making meals. Mopping floors. Give them a bath and have them go right out and jump (or roll!) in a mud puddle! Over and over again we do and then do again. It could, and on many days does get really discouraging.

It’s so important for us to capture the moments and look on them with delight. See the growth. The victories. The rewards. Knowing we are doing the most important job in the world.

Having 7 kiddo’s spanning ages 25-9, I have days where the work done seems to be undone just as fast. There are also days where I seem to be watching my older kids run into the world with ‘great strength and grace.’ In those moments I can say job well done. It was fruitful. Delightful. Well worth it.

The greatest reward? After a time of establishing their own roots, pawing in their own dirt, they come back. New and different relationships evolve. It is then I know, that I did and am doing the most important job in the world.

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Labor and a 14er

Saturday 7/12 I hiked a 14er with my daughter Kristin, son-in-law Erik and friends of theirs. They allow the old lady to come along and how very grateful I am for that. It provides safety, security and motivation to keep moving.

We not only hiked one 14er, but we crossed the saddle and hiked up to the summit of another. Gray’s/Torrey’s. I probably wouldn’t have traversed across that saddle if it hadn’t been for the enthusiasm of this young group of people.

Labor and hiking a 14er? What do they have in common. For 9 months we anticipate the birth of our child. We prepare. We anticipate. Alittle fear is mixed into the pot. But for the most part joyful anticipation. The day comes, labor begins. The first few pains are tolerable. I can handle this. Implement that breathing you learn in your Lamaze classes. Relax, hee, paa, hee, paa. As the hours go by, the tolerance is lowered….GREATLY! ]
Please let this end! What was I thinking?! I didn’t want to do this, again! Get this thing out of me!! Finally! One last push of energy (literally!) and you hear that cry. You are handed that beautiful baby, and memory of the pain begins to fade. You thank God for the good health of yourself and your baby.

I’ve done 14er’s before. This was my 4th and 5th. I stay in pretty good shape. Not one to do extreme aerobics, but I’m very active. So preparations are made. I love the drive into the mountains. The excitement builds. The anticipation grows. Alittle fear is mixed into the pot. We start the walk. At first I think, this is ok. I can breathe….sort of. Hee, paas don’t work here though. An hour into the hike, we come upon a sign that says, the trail starts here!
What?! Then the real labor begins. It’s no longer fun. It’s hard to look up. It’s really hard to breathe. You begin to say please let it end! Are we done yet? What was I thinking? I didn’t want to do this again!! Get this thing over with! One last push of energy. “Come on Mom!”
I hear Kristin say. The summit is reached! The view is amazing! And the memory of the pain begins to fade. All I see is the beauty God has so graciously created for me. I am thankful for a body that is able to do such a thing.

Am I ready to do another one? Not for awhile. The memory of the pain needs to fade alittle more. More than that, the actual physical pain in my legs needs to heal alot more!! OUCH!

So much of my life is tied to my children. Sometimes I think too much. However, I find analogies to mothering in so many other events in my life. It’s a good feeling. It’s a great accomplishment; raising 7 children. What better thing is there for me to do with my life?
Nothing. Except maybe hiking the next 14er.

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What do you write on these things?

How many people have told me about their blogs? Actually not a ton…but it seemed an appropriate thing to say at the beginning of a blog where my question is “what do you write on these things?”

Summer is in full swing. It’s hot! Even alittle humid today! Imagine that in Denver. You’d think I would be out there letting the moisture soak into my skin, but no. It’s an indoor day. I’m beat. Cleaning out the barn, working with Roxy, walking the dogs all this week has worn me out. Being a mom07 plus 2 is a never ending job. You think?! And being a ES (debatably an N)FP, I want to be involved in and do all that everyone else is doing! The opportunities are endless!!!

While celebrating our 28th anniversary, John and I were walking down Larimar Square. (Yes, that’s right, john took karen to downtown Denver for the evening! We left safe and warm Nucla.)
It had been an enjoyable evening. We went to Tamayo’s, a mexican resturant where John found salsa that was actually hot for him. After dinner we walked down to DCPA and saw 3 MoDiva’s. It wasn’t what we expected but it was good. Basically it was a concert with three black women singing songs from many different genres. After that we went to Gelazzi for some italian ice cream. Yum!

All that was to say, after an eventful evening for the Millers, John (ESTJ) is done, finished, had enough, ready to go home. Karen (ES(n) FP) is looking around wondering what all is going on in Larimar Square that night. I simply said to John, “I’m just looking around wondering what I might be missing.” Oh the possibilities!

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Well, my first attempt at blogging. Not that anyone will find my tellings very interesting, but who knows, one day I might actually write something profound!

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