At the beginning of the Summer, The Rooster decided that he "needed" a different
motorcycle so he
could join his friends riding and racing. When he approached
The Farmer
about his idea The Farmer replied..."sure why not!"...
"So, Rooster...
how will you be paying for that much "needed" motorcycle?"
Well,
as you might imagine, The Rooster felt a little sad. And so we sat
down,
The Rooster and his Mother...and came up with a list of ways
he could earn enough money
to purchase his desired motorcycle. The
list looked a little like this...
1. Sell Ramses (our beloved baby bull)
2. Sell Violet (another beloved Longhorn)
3. Sell small motorcycle
4. Sell bails of Alfalfa
5. Work everyday, mowing orchards...bailing hay...doing whatever needs
to be done,
with a set amount of pay at the end of the week.
After looking at the list, The Rooster was excited...it seemed reasonable.
Well, as he began to work on his list of money making opportunities,
he realized...quickly...that it wasn't going to be as easy as he
thought.
He worked and worked each day. After a little time he
sold the smaller motorcycle
and make a small payment toward his goal.
Time passed and it began to seem that the
goal was out of reach.
When it came time to sell the Longhorns, The Rooster realized that
he
just couldn't do it. He loved them too much! So that just wasn't an
option.
He even came from work one day, after working at the farm
where the Longhorn Family live,
and told me that Ramses the baby bull
Longhorn, just wanted to have his head rubbed and rubbed.
And then
The Rooster said..."Mom,he is just too nice to sell!"
And truthfully
it was breaking my heart too!
But it was in important lesson that
The Rooster needed to learn.
Sacrifice is a part of life.
After a LONG Summer...wishing, hoping and working...
The Rooster
finally made it happen! Saturday was the day he made his final
payment!
And boy was he happy!
Saturday afternoon he and a group
of friends headed to a nearby motorcycle track to ride.
An organized race/competition was planned for Sunday, but he knew
that Saturday was his only
day to ride. The Farmer and I met
him at the track and enjoyed watching him...enjoy himself so much!
The memories of his older brother, The Aggie Boy, racing at this
same age,
returned all to quickly. The memories of the hospital
visits and surgeries also came back.
Ugh!!!
So I said a little prayer...
each time he circled the track that he
would be smart...and he would be safe.
And then it happened...not to The Rooster, but to one of his good friends.
A missed jump...a bad landing...and a trip to the hospital.
The friend's parents were out of town, so The Farmer rode
to the hospital in the
ambulance with the young man. Once
at the hospital, it was determined
that his leg had been broken.
He will be fine...and we are grateful it wasn't worse.
So here we go again...proud of The Rooster for setting a goal
for himself
and working hard for it...but now I pray!