It’s the little things –
My granddad would run through a series of stories every time we saw him; stories of our childhood that he had told over and over throughout the years. His eyes would light up and he would laugh as he recalled the details of these memories.
One of the stories in regular rotation was about the time I kissed a baby goat. I was not even two at the time, at a petting zoo type of place, face to face with the goats.
“Chase Ann, give him a kiss” he told me and on command, I grabbed the goat’s face and gave it a big old sloppy baby kiss. He thought this was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. I’m pretty sure there is a picture of this event tucked away somewhere…who knows, maybe he just told the story so many times it is imprinted in my mind.
Fast forward then to me becoming a mom and me thinking it would be so funny to get a picture of my kids kissing a goat to share with him. He would have loved the gesture but as my luck would have it, not a chance in hell the little buggers were going to cooperate with my hilarious, heartfelt plan! The number of potential goat moments that occur over a lifetime are surprisingly high, but try as I might, my kids weren’t feeling it. There would be no goat kissing for them.
Imagine my surprise then this Mother’s Day when the kids presented me with these things; awesome Mother’s Day flowers, a book called “F**k It: Do What You Love”, a bag of llama poop (from the Llama Linda Ranch) to make fertilizer tea for my garden and a picture of my oldest daughter, kissing a baby goat!
A good book, a bag of poop and a funny picture…what more does a Mom need?
The book she said embodies the message I have always tried to instill in them.
The llama poop will help to make my favorite place an even more fabulous place to be so I can continue to do what I love out there.
The picture is just plain funny. It’s always a nice surprise when you realize they were actually listening along the way.
Amazing how these seemingly small things can be so thoughtful and speak to the relationship I have with my children.
Got to love the little things that connect us so tightly. I’m sure I will tell my grandkids about it one day, repeatedly!