Invariably, when my girls start reminiscing , talk turns to the farm and much of it is joy filled, and sweet to hear. But, almost to the girl, comes that lament, “I hated Pulling Weeds!”
I have come to believe that”weed pulling” might just be the metaphor for all those tasks in our lives that we are called on to do that we dislike, but do anyway. Surely the girls had other tasks on the farm they buckled down and did! They surely didn’t like occasion early morning milking cows with their Dad, or halter breaking young heifers, or chasing a rogue cow escaping onto busy Rt, 33!, But it was “Pulling Weeds” that bothered them.7
This older Mom is so thankful for weed pulling in my children’s lives, Teaching life’s truths without me having to open my mouth with some lecture. Pull those weeds, let the healthy things grow in your life. Pull those weeds and next week you might have to do it again. Pull those weeds, and make your world better for a while.
Lesson learned, my dear girls.
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