The kids on a happier day checking calves.
Sometimes I forget how hard it came be to be a farm kid. We expect a lot of our kids. They learn to be hard workers, to appreciate nature and the value of teamwork. But sometimes it’s plain old hard.
Yesterday we were doing afternoon chores as a family. We had a newborn calf that was born backward a few days ago and was struggling. I mixed up a bottle to feed him with the kids. Unfortunately, when we got to the barn, I could see he wasn’t long for the world. Not wanting to give up, I sent my daughter to grab the stomach tube to feed him as he had no suckling reflex. By the time she came back, the calf was dead. This is the hard part of ranching. To watch my daughter essentially crumple in sadness. To have explain that even if she’d came back with the tube faster, the calf would still died is hard. There is value in the lesson of life and death but delivering these lessons aren’t easy.
I’m proud of the resilience of my kids. They have learned that one bad result doesn’t determine our worthn our entire experience. They are hard worker and avid learners. And it’s OK for us to have hard days.