The Old Drum Festival……. no drums to be found. However, the story of the dog, Old Drum, is what put The Burg on a map…… maybe. Here is part of a short article about the true story of Old Drum:
“Old Drum, a hound dog, was shot dead in 1869 by Samuel “Dick” Ferguson, nephew and ward of Leonidas Hornsby, an irate neighbor who thought Drum had been killing his sheep.”
Every year, in April, the Old Drum Festival happens, whether I go or not. This year was my first year. It is held in the original site of the town. Stop getting so excited, Dear Reader! The festival appeared to be only a block, maybe two, long. A few vendors, a band was setting up, a bouncy thingy for the kiddies, corn dogs and fennel cakes…………….
See for yourself…….
And there you have it! Another day in The Burg. The weather was perfect! You can read more on Old Drum here
As most of my readers know, I am in a season of life where I care for two of my grandchildren while their parents attend full-time University. It has been an incredible journey for myself and my husband. We are learning to be loved and to love on a whole new level.
Human Nature. Sigh………
We are all born into this world with a mind that is so ready to learn. When I began giving birth to my own babies and found myself in an unfamiliar life setting I read, I talked, I observed and I listened to what others were doing and not doing with their children. As parents I think we find ourselves in a life full of busyness and just plain old work! Keeping the house work up to the best of our abilities, changing diapers, feeding our babes and spending loving moments with them. AND, don’t forget, longing for sleep and time to ourselves and with our spouses. Our whole world changed – hopefully to the better. Mine did. As a matter of fact, we tend to spend so much time tending to the babes physical needs (and that is VERY important) that we wonder if we are fulfilling their other needs that lead them to become the amazing human beings they are meant to become. We don’t always feel that we are making a difference, do we?
Does that make sense? I do believe they take in a lot by observing us and how we treat them and others. Example is nine tenth’s of the law – is that how it goes? Whatever……
But what about that human nature? I do believe that babies come into this world with a need to be loved and held and comforted. They have a need to be fed and cared for…… Feed Me! Sometimes my human nature takes over and doesn’t want to love them right now – I don’t want to hold you, I just want you to sleep so I can sleep…….. Know the feeling?
Well, as a grandparent, I can tell you that it’s a whole new ball game. It is not my responsibility to be their parents. It’s a new freedom to be able to love on them and comfort them and spoil them to some degree and then send them home. Since I have them five days a week, and most of the day, I, of course, change the diapers, take to the potty, wipe the snot, etc. BUT, I also have a different perspective than when I was the mommy. I get to see things about children I didn’t have the time for when I raised mine. It’s amazing. Well worth the wait for this time in life.
But back to that Human Nature. We teach them to love and be kind, and we better, because in each of us is this uncanny ability to be mean. There, I said it. I sat here and watched as the little one (one and half years old) approached the bigger one (almost four years) and wanted what Sissy had. Thankfully, Sissy is kind, most of the time, to little sister. When Sissy wouldn’t give in to little one, the little one became a human piranha – her mouth flew open and she came at her sister with the intention to bite. And bite she did! Other sibling confrontations have been pushing, knocking little one over, etc. All normal behavior as far as I’m concerned. Usually they work it out among themselves or parental – type intervention comes in with time-outs and good talks.
Have you ever wondered this – we teach them to love and be kind and to help each other, etc. But how did they learn to bite? How did they learn to want what the others have? They seem to pick up on all the selfish traits and desires much sooner than they do the love and kindness and sharing. It is born in us. Baby, you were born this way……..
So, that being said, what is our “job” as parents, grandparents? I see it as a very serious and high calling. Guess what peeps? These little ones have come into our charge, whether we were expecting them to come or they were a total surprise. And these very little ones will be the people who are in our government offices or businesses or neighbors when they grow into adulthood. These very little ones are the future of our world. This is serious stuff. Don’t ignore them. Feed them with love and kindness and giving hearts. Listen to them. Get to know them. Each little babe is an individual human being with a built in personality and gifts that we, as parents, need to discover and nurture them into the adult they were meant to be. There is no one solution for every human being.
A particularly favorite Proverb of mine is: English Standard Version
“Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.”
This isn’t easy. It takes some serious time with our babes to see who they are. It would have been much easier for me, as a parent, to have treated my four all the same. Even the same discipline techniques did not work on all four – I know, I tried.
So, Dear Parents and Caregivers, let’s do our best to know our children and raise them along that path. Then, when they grow and mature into adulthood we can look at them with love and pride. We can continue to cheer them on and we can rest assured they will do their best to make right decisions for themselves and others and this crazy world we live in.
Who could not love these………
Yesterday I met up with a friend who owns some beautiful horses. We went to meet them. These horses get to roam around and munch on fresh grass and hay and run. They have a great shelter and barn when the weather gets rough. They are very happy horses. The stallion was so calm and sweet. He amazed me.
I am sorry for the photo quality – camera batteries died so iPhone was it.
cate b :D
……. before it breaks my heart.
Love is a funny thing. It’s something we all want and need. But it is also something we tend to run away from.
We’ve all seen others do it or have done it ourselves. Just when the love is being poured out on you, you want to run away from it. We start laying brick upon brick faster than The Flash himself! Then we stop. We hesitate, with the next brick still in hand. Isn’t this the love I’ve been waiting for and longing for?
Drop that brick! Stop resisting love. I’m not talking about desires and one night stands or even about the guy or girl that may not stick around. I’m talking about true love. Love that accepts us the way we are – baggage and all. Love that we pour out on someone – with their baggage and all. Sacrificial love.
Sacrificial love. It comes it many shapes and sizes. Currently mine is for the two little girls that I care for. The daughters of my youngest child. Is caring for them inconvenient – yes – not all the time. Is it hard physically – sometimes. Am I tired – yes. Could I be doing something else for myself and maybe even making money doing it – yes.
But that love. That look from their eyes into yours. It goes very deep into my heart. It is a love I have longed for and a love I have longed to give. That love they dish out on you even though you are way older. It’s a love that they feel secure in when mom and dad drop them off. They feel safe, they feel at home.
I’ve had thoughts lately of when the kids graduate from the university and find jobs, who knows where, and they will move and begin a new chapter. Where do I and my husband fit in? I’ve even thought of hardening my heart, laying brick after brick to my wall that is ever so tempting to build,,,,,, why? So I won’t get hurt when they say goodbye. So my heart does’t break in a million pieces when they don’t need me anymore.
Then, like the slowly rising of the sunlight on my window, I realize I can’t live without the love they give me and the love I have for them. So, we will do our best to follow them and care for them until…. until …. until they have to care for us – Hahahaha.
I’m saying this because the love I have for the grand girls, and for the grand boys we had to leave back east, is stronger and ever growing. I never want to build the wall of protection over my heart because, no matter how convincing we are in our heads, that heart wants the love. And with great love can come great hurt, BUT when we surrender to love it comes around to great love again. Love doesn’t go away. Love works to heal, to stand, to hold and to continue. Love never fails. Love is truth.
And, Dear Readers, love originated in God. His heart is so big and so loving and so merciful. He has taught me to lay down the bricks and let His love come to me. And that is how, and only how I can give true love to my self, my husband and my kids and their kids and to friends and strangers. And most of all the only way I can love my God.
Let Love in today and everyday.
I haven’t posted very much recently. It’s been a time of reflective – something. It’s winter! Now that I’m in the beginning of our seventh year in the mid-west, well, I feel, I feel…….. what do I feel? I feel that staying indoors in the winter is a good idea. Sorry mid-westerners for judging you.
But Spring is coming. I know that because it’s like the law of gravity. Spring will be here in March whether the weather is warmer or not. It’s a given. But seriously, even though the cold keeps coming back, each week we are gifted with warmer days and more sunshine. The air feels fresh and hopeful. Spring is coming.
I wrote a post in January titled It’s Time to Get Busy. It was about the book I’m
supposed to be writing. I actually wrote the dedication page and two chapters back then. Also the cover is pretty much decided. Then winter break ended and I am with my lovely lassies (the grand daughters) full-time again. Well, the book is a work in progress. I decided not to stress about it. What is the hurry? I want it to be good and if I try to write and care for the girls then it will not be good.
I beat myself up too much about it though. I want perfection and I know I cannot achieve that as a human being so the beatings begin. Anyone else do that? Surely I’m not that unique.
Spring break will arrive in a few short weeks and perhaps another chapter or two will be written. In the meantime, it is still very brown outside and very cold today. Still waiting for snow. May get a little on the weekend. I haven’t been out much to even take photos, so this one will have to tie you over. ;)
My dogs just LOVE the snow!