Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.

Mom Always Liked You Best.

Posted Wednesday, May 2, 2012, at 11:17 PM

David's Family in 2008 celebrating their Mom's birthday. Only their brother Jerry was absent.

The Smothers Brothers used that line in some of their comedy routines. Coming from a large family, I know the feeling.

Now my sister Bev would say that I was the spoiled one because I never got the hardest spanking. My brothers would say that Buddy was the favorite of the three because they always had to watch out for him.

Family dynamics and pecking orders are always tricky things. We probably don't notice favoritism until we get to our pre-teen years.

Moms are the janitors who don't get much credit. You notice that you have a Mom growing up, but you don't really appreciate how they are able to do their jobs without expection of a praise or personal gratification.

Whether you had a Mom who blessed or cursed you as you were growing up; they taught you something about life. Will we choose to thrive or wither because of our childhoods?

My friend, Susan had a mother who cursed her. But Susan grew up to be one of the most loving and vivacious woman that I have ever known. She loved her children fiercely. Her prayers were much availing for all of our children.

Susan was a Mom, who blessed her children. She had a special repoire with other people's kids too. Her sense of humor and can-do attitude influenced an entire generation of young adults.

As a Mom, I know that at the age of 19, I had no clue of what was ahead of me. I am pretty sure that my own children would say that I was a mixed blessing to them. And that there were a few years that I was a curse.

Mercifully, most parents get the adorable baby first and the terrible years later on when you are still trying to recover from sleep deprivation.

I don't know any Moms that were like June Cleaver. She was a calm, well-dressed woman, who always had an answer handy for any childhood angst. Obviously, the Beaver never threw up on her clean dress or mortified her in front of a crowd of people by having a temper tantrum.

Motherhood can be messy, chaotic and exhausting. But just when you want to throw in the towel; a little Angel comes up to you and says some magical words. "I Love You Mommy, Lots and Lots.

Keep in mind that the ultimate reward of Motherhood Are Granchildren. They elevate your status from Janitor to Grandma!

Happy Mother's Day Everyone. If you are able, hug your Mom and make her feel special. Pay it forward to Motherhood by adopting a "Mom" if your own has passed away.

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Thanks for a great blog, Bonnie. I was one of those blessed with a great mother/mommy/mom/friend/confidante. I wish everyone had one just like her.

Happy Mother's Day to you!

-- Posted by jessiemiller on Thu, May 3, 2012, at 8:15 AM
You are welcome, I think I have one more blog on Mothers Day to write. This one started out one way and ended up with this version. Go Figure.

-- Posted by KH Gal on Thu, May 3, 2012, at 8:20 AM
of the seven of us kids there with mom in that picture, one lawyer, one doctor, two teachers and three drivers. one great mother. still, that picture brings sorrow as well as happiness, because nothing was the same after that day.

-- Posted by MissouriBirdman on Mon, May 7, 2012, at 11:12 AM
No, it wasn't, but most of us were together and had we but known, I am sure that we would have hugged Diana a little tighter.

-- Posted by KH Gal on Mon, May 7, 2012, at 11:21 AM

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