We are enjoying a rare moment with some friends that I adore but rarely get a chance to see, tonight..
As we’re gathering up our things and sorting out the bill, one of them asks the Cowboy, “How many horses do you have?”
“Oh, 8 head right now,” says the Cowboy.
“Why do they call it ‘head of horse’, versus just horse?” they ask .. “Do some have more than one head?” We all laugh.
I don’t know that I had ever thought to ask that question.
“Because you count heads when you count livestock,” replies the cowboy, with a chuckle. “That’s just the way they do it.”
We are all capping off our respective days of work, meetings, appointments and the days challenges .. with a cocktail. Down time with friends and family is wonderful, isn’t it? I don’t have, or I should say, I don’t make room for it often enough. I really don’t. I try on a daily basis to not feel like a horrible person for it and make room wherever I can. But somehow, I can never seem to find the time to talk with everyone I want in my day-to-day.
The Cowboy reminds me daily not necessarily through words, but his actions, of how much better at it I could be.
Today, it was the phone call back home to South Dakota, first thing this morning.
“Happy Birthday, mom!” he says. I can hear his mothers voice on the other end of the line, sounding so happy to hear from him. “You made it there okay last night?” she asks. “I did. It was pretty foggy, but I made pretty good time.”
“I saw that,” she says.
“What?” says the Cowboy.
“That it was foggy.. I read the blog.” she replies.
Both the Cowboy and I chuckle a bit .. to know his mom is reading any of this. But at the same time, I’m flattered. I adore her. She is a good, hard working woman who loves all her boys and their families a ton from everything I have seen thus far. She, like most moms, may not be perfect. (I say that because the boys all fuss at her on occasion.) But she tries to be there for any/all of them as best she can; the Cowboy’s dad, he and his two brothers and their families.
Right now I believe the Cowboys mom just wants to do anything she can to help the four of them. The fallout from the divorce has been tough on their whole family. It is for most.
I remind him to tell her he loves her.
I would give anything to hear my own mothers voice on the other end of the line. She’s been gone now 10 years. But this reminds me, and he reminds me, to try and be better about staying in touch with the family and friends still here.
Tonight was wonderful .. the time with friends .. (6 head if you count ’em like livestock), capped off a beautiful day. A day where I spent some extra time with my daughter. And, that started with a sweet phone call home to the Cowboys mom.
“I love you too,” she says and adds one more time, “I’m glad you made it there okay,” …