I recently talked to a girl about some goats…
when I got off the phone I squealed in excitement. She has several females due in January and we are on the list for at least two!
It’s happening! At last!
Then I looked out the window toward the Shadow Wood and my heart raced fearfully just a little. After all, I have no idea what I am actually doing. What if I fail? I’ve only had dogs (and now cats) and, of course, have raised several children but ,lets be honest, nothing is as easy at it seems on YouTube or in those how-to books. (Again…I have children. I can assure you, after almost twenty-one years of motherhood, the parenting books LIE.)
So I did what any nervous wanna-be mini farmer would do. I made a cup of coffee and looked up cute videos of baby goats.
Because, y’all, baby goats.
Before long I felt better. I remembered watching my nieces handle the animals on their farm. I reminded myself of how much laughter those sweet creatures induced. My youngest niece, at only six years old, is in her element among these gentle animals. I began to imagine goats grazing the land between Autumn House and the Shadow Wood and recalled another important fact–that five teenagers have survived my parenting. Five.
I’ve got this.
Then I thought, “Hmmm, maybe we should also get a miniature donkey.”
I might be crazy.