This is part 1 of a 6 part series entitled, “A Tribute to Mother.”
I actually found this in a file entitled “Memories” I have no idea how long ago I wrote this. My mother died 7 years ago after a 10 year chapter of dementia. It took me 5 years to miss her, as her dying was actually a relief. Now, however, I have only precious memories. Celebrate her life with me!
M is for Miracles
I must have been three or four years old when Mom came running into the house from the barn. “Honey, get your coat and hurry-I want to show you a miracle.” I found my coat, she helped me tie my scarf and we hurried to the barn.
I could hardly believe what I saw next. Dad was standing behind a cow pulling on a rope that somehow went under the cow’s tail. Dad pulled hard and then I saw calves feet and legs sticking out from the cow. All of a sudden a baby calf slipped out and landed on a pile of straw. He straightened his wobbly legs, Dad rubbed slim from the calf’s face with a gunny sack and before I knew it the baby calf found the place to get milk!!
As a nurse I have seen many babies born but none without tearing up and thinking-this is a miracle.
M is for miracles…