My Son

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I wanted to tell you about my son, Michael.  Without him here to help with the heavy lifting and big projects, it would be darn hard to keep this place going.

When my Robyn passed away, Michael was a rock for me.  He helped to guide me in what we needed to do on the farm while I was floundering around in a fog of grief. Even tolerated me learning to drive the tractor and dropping him 20’ to the ground when I screwed that process up while moving hay.  Yeah, that scared the crap out of both of us. 

He really started to mature into a man at this time.

Michael is high functioning autistic, so his life was not always a piece of cake.  He struggled to learn to walk, speak, and read from babyhood on.  Through lots of hard work on his part, he overcame those challenges, and now holds a full time job in the local construction industry.  He has learned so much about building houses and all that goes into that process.  It’s amazing to hear him talk about what he did on the job site that day when we eat dinner. 

What really caught me off guard the other day was just how amazingly gentle he is with our Miss Lucy and her arthritis pain. 

Now Michael has always had a very soft spot for all the animals that have graced our lives.  He cuddled baby lambs, puppies, kittens, calves, and an injured raven that came our way once.  He has held heads and stroked faces as they pass from this world to the next.

He jumps in when a pair of hands were needed as we doctored critters and has an expansive knowledge base of animal first aid and how to correctly medicate a sick one. 

Animals instinctively know that he is their friend

Back to Miss Lucy.  She was having a pretty bad afternoon last Sunday and was struggling to get up.  Michael immediately went over and lifted her back end up and supported her with his legs, while reaching forward to help her get her front legs up.  He held her suspended that way, his body wrapped around and supporting her, until she was steady on her own.  All the while talking sweet words to her, encouraging her, and telling her what a good girl she is. 

My mother’s heart was full to bursting with the gentle care he took with an aging sheep.

It’s been a wonderful thing for me to be able to see how much he has grown into an amazing man. I am so very proud of him and how far he has come in his life. 

I’m a blessed mom to have such a sweet son.

Blessed Be.