Once a year we set aside a day to really thank our mothers for all the work they have put in on our behalf.
I have been told that it is not until you become a parent yourself that you truly understand what that entails.
Well, at the end of another Mother’s Day at the Farm, I understand it a bit more.
My last act of the day was to feed six hungry lambs, in the cold and without a proper woolly coat.
They kept sucking bits of me to try and get milk out but had to settle for the bottle which while effective probably isn’t quite the same.
Then they wanted to clamber all over me for a bit of fun while I was looking to get some sleep, not much chance of that.
Farm life is tough, up early, cold, lots of tasks to achieve, animals to keep alive and people to keep happy.
Staff and volunteers to encourage and nurture and visitors to inspire and delight.
One of my favourite mothers came to the farm today as a Mother’s Day surprise and she was booked in to feed the lambs. What a lovely thing to see a family grow up with a new little dog to look after and help to pass on those nurturing skills.
Another of my favourite mothers is moving away and we won’t see her again for a while with her stick loving children.
The idea of family is what continually grows on me whilst I survive on the farm and it was beautifully summed up in a testimonial from one of our many hardworking interns.
“People see the best and worst of me and still accept me.”
Something I suspect most mothers would be nodding their heads at but replacing the word accept with love.
So for all of you who brought mums to the farm, the pub, the café, the lambs thank you and Happy Mother’s Day.