If You Give a Girl a Brahmer Bull

July 2021

If you give a girl a Brahmer bull, no good will come of it.  

You must realize you've given her one of God's most stubborn creatures, even if they are rather adorable with their distinctive features. 

She'll quickly learn to dig in her heels and stand her ground, stand up each time she's knocked down.  

She'll become independent and self sufficient with no time for clowns.  

Chances are she'll become rather gruff, with very little patience for fluff. 

Honestly, you'll likely alter her entire disposition by giving her such an acquisition.

Therefore it's likely someday she'll find a man not prone to coddle, stubborn as her with no time to doddle. 

The ensuing battles will be epic when they disagree but most days they'll work together in sweet harmony. 

So by all means - go ahead if you want to ruin her life, cause her blistered hands, early mornings and late nights

But please realize there are rather serious implications when giving your daughter one of God's most stubborn creations. 

So I hate to sound the alarm but realize you're causing irreparable harm.  

In short, please heed my advice before you alter the course of her life.

If you give a girl a Brahmer bull, no good will come of it.  

July 1994

Seven

Sometimes we forget he's only seven.  

He's gotten up at 5:30am multiple times this week to ship cattle.  I often ask him to babysit his three siblings while I mow, or run to the field, to deliver lab supplies or a whole host of other things.  

He has his own pocket knife to cut hay bale strings.  (I, too, thought this was a bit much when our neighbor gave their son a pocket knife at a young age, but now I totally agree with them.)  

He enjoys taking photos with a 'fancy' camera.  After a brief tutorial he was cropping and editing photos like a pro ('pro' meaning poor misguided housewife that taught him).  

One of his first female loves will undoubtedly be his heifer.  He does a good job for his size and age at handling her.  I enjoy watching their bond.  He teared up just a bit this morning when we discussed turning her out to pasture after the fair. 

He's a good role model for his siblings..... most of the time.  They enjoy going to 4-H meetings as well and are chomping at the bit to get their 4-H careers started as well. 

He is a creature enthusiast and can provide some sort of fun fact for many different creatures.  (Major shout out to the nature show Wild Kratts on PBS.) 

He's beyond excited about his projects for the fair (as am I).  I cannot tell you how many times I've openly bawled this week when he told me 'Mom, I've got it.' 

His western wear outfit melted my heart. 

There are a whole host of things that make me forget he's only seven.  Which often seems silly because so many of his friends are country kids as well and they are held to the same unusual set of expectations.  It is so terribly cliché, but I remember just yesterday when we had him.  We finally were wheeled back into our suite around 3am and the nurses helped us get settled in.  The sweet woman swaddled Kenyon, laid him into his bassinet and then smiled as she said goodbye, shut our door and headed back down to her station.  Wes and I stared at each other with terror in our eyes because neither one of us knew anything about birthin' babies. 

And here we are, seven years later.  We know quite a bit more about babies and we're all learning to roll with the punches as this oldest child grows up.  It's been quite an adventure and we're excited to see what the future has in store.