“Are there bugs in Africa?” my mother asked.
I briefly glanced at the caller ID on my cell phone to make sure that it was my mother on the phone. “Umm…what?” I responded.
“Are there bugs in Africa?” my mother asked again. I paused trying to decide how to answer her question. I considered that maybe my mom had misdialed and called me instead of the person she was trying to reach. At the same time, I wondered why on earth she would be calling someone to ask about bugs in Africa. I even briefly worried about my mother’s sanity.
“Bugs? In Africa?” I questioned.
“Yes.” She replied with laughter in her voice. “That is what your daughter asked me Saturday while I was driving her around on the gator.”
Ahh…the conversation began to clear… my daughter. Even though she couldn’t see me, I grinned and shook my head in amazement. “Where on earth did she learn about Africa?” I asked. “And bugs?”
My mother laughed as she recounted her conversation with Kiera. She finished by saying, “I was just wondering if y’all had vacation plans that you hadn’t told me about.”
I am still baffled at how Africa and bugs came about in her mind.
This past weekend we went out to my family’s dairy. I love going out there and doing some work. I grew up on a dairy and it’s nice to go back. One of my favorite parts is introducing all the different aspects to Kiera and answering her many questions. I enjoy seeing her reactions to the baby calves, the cows, tractors, trucks and so much more.
Saturday, she got to spend some time with my mom and dad while Aaron and I were out in the field working. She made lunch with my mom and helped my dad with paperwork. Well, more like she questioned Grandpop every five minutes if he was done with his work so they could go outside.
After several times of her asking, she told Grandpop she wanted to go outside. “But, you just came in from outside.” He responded.
She was quick to respond, “Not that outside. The other outside.” Translation: I want to go to the swings.
When I finished working, Kiera and I went to the calf pens. She was so excited to feed the babies. I loved hearing her laughter as the calves would try to lick her fingers.
I love our crazy life. One day, we are working in our offices at Willie’s T’s and the next we might be slinging cow poop. No wonder my child is constantly random. We are all over the place some days! But you know what? I wouldn’t trade a minute of it. Not a single minute of it. I don’t care if I am answering questions about bugs in Africa, praying for a sick baby calf or letting her “work” for a few minutes at my desk. Our life is perfect and I couldn’t ask for more.
Right now, it is time for me to put up my laptop, settle in for a rerun of Johnny Test and then read a couple of fairy tales before putting my own princess to bed. Have a great week!
