My kids: more proud moments!

Some are probably wondering why I haven't written about my kids.  Well, I decided to do this blog to help me be a better person so in-turn I can be a better mother and father, since I have both roles.  It took me a long while to figure out that I had to be emotionally healthy to do that.  I said for a long time that I knew it and that i was but was i really?  Probably not as much as I could be.  But I always did the best I could at the time.  Not everyone would agree with that or my choices but I know I did.

My boys are spending the summer on the farm in Iowa.  This has been tougher on me than anyone.  I miss them so much every single day.  BUT IT'S WHAT WAS BEST FOR THEM AND MY PARENTS.   My boys needed the farm life and to get up and go to work everyday building memories with their grandparents that can never be taken away from them or my parents.  They've learned about life and death, different expectations, hard work, respect, responsibility and true, unconditional love.  Probably even more than I know.

I'm leaving to go pick them up next week and can hardly wait!  I guess they have made a list of things to teach me!  Which they will, because I didn't grown up on a working farm.  My dad passed away when I was 17 and my mom remarried 10 years ago to a wonderful man who took my siblings, me and my kids under his wing as if we had always been there.  Now, my father will always be my dad.  No one could ever take his place.  And when they married when I was 29, I didn't really need a father but he stepped up, took it as it came and loved us just the same.  He offers advice and is a wonderful role model for all men.

On a lighter note....my kids have had a basic sex talk without me having to give it!  Thanks to the natural workings on a farm and a local vet (who I used to babysit)!  He let them watch and explained cutting the bulls, withdrawing sperm, and then showing it to them under the microscope.  Which with any kids, but especially boys led to some more "proud moments".  Shortly after that, the boys saw a bull "riding" a cow and my oldest asked, "What is he doing?" My youngest, very matter-of-factly, said, "He's putting those squiggly things inside of her."  After hearing this, Auntie Dawn decided that was a much better word for sex...she now calls it "Putting the Squigglies Inside"!  I love my family! 

Yesterday, my kids saw a bull on a cow again and my oldest hid his eyes, while my youngest simply said, "I think we just made another calf." Wow!!!  So many things I don't have to explain now, just threaten about!