Little Buckaroo was named President of the 4-H Cloverbuds in our area. When I told him to go get ready for the meeting he came back with slacks, a nice button-down shirt, and blazer.
The Park Wife: "Wow, you sure look nice."
Little Buckaroo: "I am the President mom, I must look like one."
I want Little Buckaroo to strive to be what God made him to be. If it is President of the United States, I will support him or if he is president of the "I wanna be an Indian or a dinosaur club", I will support him. I pray that he learns hard work and commitment to what is right and good at an early age.
I used to have a problem after jumping from the Public Relations world to mommy world, I admittedly missed the personal praise, rewards, immediate gratification of a job completed and well-done. I still struggle with it every once in a while.
But, I grow closer every day to complete contentment with the fact that when I leave this world it will not be any award or event I planned that I will be remembered for, but that I will leave behind men who know how to love the Lord, love and cherish their wives and be hard workers. If that is my legacy (and I pray it is), what a blessed life.
Going to iron President clothes,
The Park Wife