I love the worn look of the door and the ladder.  This was my grandfather’s barn and is now my father’s.  I climbed this ladder many times, for many reasons.  It leads to the hayloft.  The first obvious reason was to help put the hay up after it had been baled.  Another reason was that the hayloft made an excellent place to hide during a game of hide and seek.  It made a great spot for a fun game of tag.  There was a pulley up to the 30 foot tall ceiling that my brother and I used to pull each other up on.  I climbed this ladder to get a bale down for our bucket calves, or for the cows.  This image reminds me of how pure and innocent playtime is for a child.  My brother and I used to show this “passage” into our marvelous play spot with pride, and were the envy of many of our friends.  Life was simple and fun.

I have recently been hearing about extremely costly gifts given to children by their parents at Christmastime, and I’m reminded by this photo that children need only their imagination, some energy, and the outdoors to create their own fun.  This photo can be found for purchase on my etsy shop!

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So Sorry!

I have not been posting on here as often as I’d like.  I am currently working on another blog-maybe some of you would be interested in it.  It’s at mrsmamablack.com.  Feel free to visit and see what you think.  I was re-reading some of my posts on this blog-contemplating if I will keep this one going or not, and I do believe I will continue to write for this one as well.

I’m wondering if any of you out there have or had a child/toddler who WOULD NOT SLEEP??  I’m writing this with my eyelids almost shut right now, because I need sleep.  I have a little guy who is not quite two, and while I love him to pieces, I’d really love a night of sleep right now.  It’s been almost 2 years with very few full nights of sleep…I think we have tried just about every possible avenue-but maybe we haven’t-maybe some of you have suggestions I have not heard of or tried.  I’m always interested to hear from readers what worked and what didn’t.

Just after he was born, many, many people told us we would just need to tough out the no sleep thing for about a year and then he would magically start sleeping…oh contraire.  How I wish that was true.

We are now rounding the bend to two years old.  My husband is a saint.  He insists on getting up with me every time little guy cries.  I’ve told him many times not to, and that we can trade off…mostly because I don’t want to feel guilty when I don’t want to get up.  He still insists.

The other night,  he would not stop crying and “self comfort” as our pediatrician says, so we got up and went down to see what was going on.  Well little guy had pooped his pants (daddy gave him some hot peppers that day-that kid eats ANYTHING!).  So, at 2am I changed his diaper in a haze of drowsiness, my husband was in the room with me.  The next morning, I commented on how weird it was that our son had pooped at 2am( I didn’t know about the hot peppers daddy fed him the day before yet).  My husband’s reply was, “HE DID??!!”  I had a good laugh at that one.  I wonder what he thought I was doing with the baby, and a new diaper and the wipes…not to mention the smell that permeated the room!  Who knows?!

I know that someday sleep will not be the ellusive dream just out of my reach.  Someday we will have a teenager who may not be so quick to want to get out of bed.  I know that this is a test of strength, perhaps to prepare me for something in my future.  I once read a book that gave a good perspective on thankfulness.  In my own paraphrasing it goes something like this, “If you never had to pick up dirty socks, or clothes strewn all over the floor, you’d miss it, knowing what you know now of a good married life.”  I guess the same goes for children.  Someday, crazy as it may seem now,  I will miss these all nighters with my little one.  I will miss the sound of his cry and knowing that there is a tiny being who needs me.  Someday all too soon, I will be watching him drive a car for the first time, and then go to college; and then leave our home in search of his own life.  All a normal progression of life, and I’m sure I will be ever so proud of him, but at the same time missing these sweet days of his childhood.  So, I choose to savor every moment-to take it all in-sleep or no sleep.

Goodyear

Goodyear

Today’s photograph is the Goodyear Bicycle my dad learned on. For many, learning to ride a bike is another tidbit of memory to be stored away and pulled out on those days when you need a lift. There’s nothing quite like the carefree feeling of coasting down the hills on the farm-feet off the pedals and hands close to the brakes; careening precariously out of control, yet loving every minute. This exhilirating ride went on and on, well after the sun had set and the fireflies were blinking all around.
As I look at this photo today, I’m anticipating the day when my husband and I are teaching our son to ride his first bicycle, and seeing the joy on his sweet, little face when he rides for the first time by himself. Part of the joy of being a parent is it’s ability to bring the wonder and magic of childhood back into your life. We get so caught up in our own world of rushing that the small pleasures of life are forgotten. I believe the blessing of a child is God’s way of bringing that anticipation of what’s around the corner back to us.

Something Beautiful

I grew up on a farm, and though I live in the city now, I’m a farm girl at heart.  I would be overjoyed if my husband and I were to have an opportunity to buy a farmstead.  The smell of sweet, fresh cut alfalfa and cow manure brings me back to the wide-eyed, carefree wonder of childhood.  I used to help my dad put hundreds of square bales into this very hayloft.  I used to watch him put salt between the layers of bales so that they would not catch fire…I’m still not sure how that works-but I know not to put wet hay bales in the loft without salt or you could have a major problem!  I remember throwing bales down from here to feed our bucket calves, and to bed the cows down for those cold winter nights.  I remember hauling our trampoline piece by piece into this hayloft during the winter so that my brother and I could still jump on it during the winter.  I remember climbing to the top of the bales, and racing around on them.  There was a pulley attached to the roof that I used to pull my brother to the roof with…I thought it was great fun, but he didn’t.  There were many games of hide and seek in here, and even a Fall Party of my youth group held up here-complete with decorations and food!  This photo represents something beautiful to me-wonderful memories of a wonderful childhood.  My grandfather was born and raised on this farm, and it remains in our family.  The barn-weathered and worn with the streams of sunlight shining through the slats represents a rich generational heritage to me.  This heritage is one of love, honesty, and hard work.  This barn is the majestic tower overlooking the farm, and within these walls house over 100 years of memories just like the ones I wrote about above.  I’m proud of my family-and thankful to God for the opportunity to have played within these walls, and to have grown up surrounded by the loving arms of my family!

This photo is available to shine it’s warmth the walls of your home-and now you have the story behind it straight from the photographer!  Please visit my Etsy shop at www.etsy.com/shop/RusticStory for more information and pricing information!  Thank you so much for taking the time to go down memory lane with me!