Yesterday is history,
tomorrow is a mystery,
and today is a gift;
that’s why they call it the present.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the gift of each day in the circle of life. My thoughts began when we were in Montana and Yellowstone Park recently. In the fields around our friends’ home, herds of Pronghorn Antelope roam freely. Our friend explained babies were beginning to be born, and that the antelope lying down in the fields were doe’s who would soon give birth.
While in Yellowstone, we saw several herds of bison, many with calves, which I learned are called “red dogs.”
Shortly before exiting the park, we witnessed the most amazing scene. An elk cow had just given birth. The adorable newborn wobbled on spindly legs while mama licked the calf clean. Baby nuzzled its mama. It didn’t take long to discover where its meals would be coming from for the next few months.
A few days later, we watched delightedly as bluebirds fed their babies at my cousin, Pat’s and her husband, Steve’s house.
These astonishing nature scenes of mamas and their babies reminded me of bygone days when I mothered little ones.
I remember the days when I was great with child and did my fair share of lying around waiting! They deserve to rest, I thought while observing the antelope does reclining in the grassy Montana fields.
I recalled middle-of-night feedings when I rocked, sang, and prayed for the infant in my arms as well as those days when a toddler tagged alongside.
Memories are interesting. Even though we know it was a long time ago, memories of pregnancy, births and little kiddos feel like only yesterday.
Oh, how quickly our circles of life change! This past Saturday, we watched our youngest granddaughter, Emalynn’s ‘brilliant’ performances at her dance recital.
Yesterday was Father’s Day, and we joined family festivities celebrating our dads. I remembered the good man I called Dad. Although he’s been gone from this earth for almost 13 years, the imprint of my father’s influence remains.
My firstborn daughter, Angie, entered the world on Father’s Day. This busy June, Ron and I observed her special day a few days early with yummy Mexican food. Much of our conversation centered on Angie and Jon’s three children, our young adult grandkids, Sydney, Mackenzie and Jackson.
I would like to conclude today’s post with words inscribed on a little plaque I gave Angie as part of her birthday gift: Find Joy in the Journey…
Blessings on the gift of each new day in your journey…