Farming and ranching has been a large part of mine and my family’s life. Both of my grandfathers were farmers, my father was a farmer when I was young and always maintained a job in agriculture, and now I’m married to a rancher. I guess that’s why my mom and I, love to incorporate this way of life into the Glory Bee Baby baby memory books and art. Here are a few of our farming and ranching favorites:
Lately the kids and I have spent many an hour in the feed truck taking care of the little calves that have pretty much been multiplying each day. It has been a learning experience to say the least. This past week, my husband Nick brought home a baby calf that was not doing well. The kids got their first lesson in bottle feeding and were so excited to have a new pet. Of course it wouldn’t be a normal day in the Barker household without an argument between Brady and his headstrong little sister Peighton, and this particular fight was about what the calf’s name should be. Brady wanted “Smokey” and Peighton wanted “Jackson Barker”. I tried a compromise with “Smokey Jackson Barker”, but to no avail. Then to my surprise they overcame this conflict on their own, and that was how our new calf came to be known as just “Buddy”. Sadly Buddy did not get to stay with us long because he was just too sick. The kids were able to learn such a valuable lesson about life from this, and though it was hard for them to let Buddy go, they came away from the experience with a little more knowledge and acceptance about the circle of life.
I am so glad that my children get to experience the ranching and farming life like I was able to in my early childhood. I still remember living out in the country between Memphis and Clarendon, and loving every minute of it. My sister and I made mud pies, rode our bicycles everywhere, played in the sprinklers on the irrigation pipes, and watch my dad and my uncles strip cotton. I was devastated when we had to move to town! Now I find myself back in the country and loving every minute of it once again! We had to move to a bigger town when I was 12 and my sister was 14. That was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, but it made me realize how much having roots meant to me. I am blessed to be able to raise my children much how I was raised and hopefully give them their “roots” too, in a place where they love making memories. And let’s face it…it’s all about the memories! I think they love it just as much as Nick and I do!
Thanks for the memories Buddy!!!
Love, The Barkers