Before I was Mama
Fence line repairs behind the barn at dusk … my honey-do man stretching and crimping and electrifying. Girls holding wire cutters, staring at red-wing blackbirds and gazing into the blue beyond. The boy stump jumping, then screaming into the tall grass, “I AM THE DESTROYER!” [No kidding!]
Trouble lights go up and mosquitoes come out. Stars appear and the silhouette of a deer on the top of the hill causes excitement. Darkness falls complete and the boy falls to the grass and says, “I just don’t know what to DO.”
Baths next. Sisters fill tubs and the boy gets in we think. It’s just the two of us out here, now. Suddenly frogs begin enchanting taunts from the creek, raccoons chatter frantically in the distance and over the hills the barking of a neighbor’s dog defending his territory. I’m wrapped in fence, using good old birthin’ hips to stretch wire tight. Suddenly lyrics from his cell phone float my way from three fence posts down … “We saw Mama, ‘fore she was Mama …“
And I laughed, right out loud.
Date night down in the pasture. It made me think of another night, long ago … standing in the midst of Holsteins and Brown Swiss, looking up at twinkling stars with stars in our eyes for our future and each other. Date night in a dairy barn, long before I was Mama — or a wife.
So I sang along with the song … held the wire cutters … and let the blessings of time and place and little people and this man wash over me. Twinkle, twinkle, little star … I’m so very glad I’ve come this far.