1st Rodeo
Although many people use the phrase "Not my first Rodeo" This actually was and IS my first Rodeo. My first time being a wife, a parent, a homeowner, a grown up. Last weekend I took Gwendolyn to her first rodeo, she rocked it and with ease. Let this sweet 8 yr old girl show me how it is done.
As 2013 begins I find myself realizing that the only way I am ever going to rope any steer is to let go of my rope. Letting go of many ropes actually. First up and at the forefront is my 8yr old lady Gwendolyn. I am watching her turn into a young woman and while most of me is pushing hard for it not to happen...it is happening anyway. I must let that rope loose.....she will fly. Next is my home...it will never look like the pictures on pintrest so i need to stop caring. This home shall be a place of peace and warmth for our family and friends that seek comfort. While I am running around lassoing legos and pet shops I must remember that a sweet smell of dinner and comfort of music are better than spotless floors and shiny doors.
Sigh. Last and probably the hardest rope to toss free. Time. I am a time nazi, refuse to be late. But i am seeing more clearly by being at the barn with my kids and the cowboys/cowgirls. Time is really yours, and what you make it. So while my obsession for punctuality may stick around...I am finding that it is much easier to plan less and do more. So saddle up 2013, I am ready to rope.
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