I’ve heard many older-than-me, wiser-than-me (usually the mystical, Women Who Run With the Wolves-type women I have had the good fortune to come across in my life) folks say that our children choose us, that we choose who our mother will be before we incarnate. We come to this Earth for a series of lessons and our birth parents are one piece of that. So for today, for those that maybe didn’t receive what they had hoped from their mother, know that they did what they knew. They did their best. And if you’re a mama wondering/worrying that you are doing enough, you are doing so well. Please know you are doing beautifully. You are giving your children exactly what they need. Love to all. Happy Mother’s Day.
While the two-legged residents of Woods Edge Farm were busy preparing for the celebration of the Smallest Farmer’s birth, Juniper and Maeve found themselves creating their own festivities, assigning tasks to Wendell the Bull, the ducks in the East Pasture, and the Chickens of the Hog Barn. Mary the Cow could not be bothered as she had just given birth two weeks prior and it was still Mother’s Day weekend after all. As the sheep did the decorating and gathered the necessities to surprise the Small Farmer later that day, they enjoyed some of the tea and biscuits intended later for the party to ensure they would be fine for the guests, they reasoned. They relaxed for the moment with their refreshment and felt so happy and grateful for this newly green grass and this beautiful day and all of the days that had led up to it and all of the ones that would follow, knowing there was nothing that need trouble them in this moment.
