Metamorphosis

First born children...game changers they are. Magicians. In one fell swoop they take a bundle of selfish needs and wants and impossible goals and dreams and change it into a mother, who will never sleep the same again if she lives a thousand years. 

Sometimes they make us grandmothers too and teach us another side of life, as different from parenthood as parenthood is from that other state of being that comes before it. Nice to have time to play with the kiddos instead of having to be a general marshalling the troops like a mama does.

Our game changer has a birthday today. I hope you will join us in wishing her a very special one.

She was born a cow whisperer. Right from the beginning of the very first forming of personality she loved cows. When she was three Grandpa Delbert gave her the first one, a grade Holstein heifer. Most people look at a herd of cows and ask, "How can you tell them all apart?"

Liz knew Flower, as she called her, from the get go and could pick her out of sixty in the barnyard right off. She used to drag her chunks of particularly tasty hay that were almost as big as she was.

Soon enough she knew them all.

Now besides the cows, she is a dog whisperer too, and has a lot of four-legged friends at the kennel where she works. She's a mother herself and knows of that magical transformation from just a "me" to somebody's mom. 

 Happy Birthday, Liz. Hope you have a good one and many more of the same. We love you.