Life is Made Up of Special Little Moments

Life is Made Up of Special Little Moments

This morning, after eating my little breakfast treat, I found momma in the kitchen humming a soft tune and chopping up some apples.  Apples are good so I sat down and watched her while she went, ‘chop chop chop’ with her knife.  “Mattie, you had your breakfast,” said momma, “these are for the horses,” and then she placed the chopped up apples in to the horses goody bucket.  She scooped me up in her arms, dressed me in my brown sweater, and then out the front door we went to go feed the horses.  I like it when we feed the horses because often times that means I get a little extra treat from their goody bucket.  I trotted along side momma as she walked to the barn, the horse’s goody bucket swinging to and fro.  Jumping over rocks and keeping pace with momma was fun, she always keeps her eye on me; and says, “Come on Mattilda…get those little legs pumpin!” I have no idea why she calls me Mattilda, she knows I’m a boy, but every time she says it she smiles, so I don’t mind.  As we round the corner to go in to the barn momma puts down the goody bucket and lifts me up in her arms. “Don’t want to startle the horses Mat,” she says. As we step in to the barn we see our friend John tending to the horses.  John waves a big ‘hello’ wave to us and beckons us closer to the stall where he is bent over feeding a bottle to a little foal named Dolly.  We watch as...
Blessed or Blessing – Either Way, It’s All Good

Blessed or Blessing – Either Way, It’s All Good

Every couple of weeks my momma takes me to visit some children who are going through cancer treatment.  Some of the little ones are very sick, and others don’t react to the needles and machines and don’t act sick at all.  I can always tell when we are going to go see the children because momma picks me up and says, “rub a dub dub, I see Mattie in the tub!”  She always sounds pretty happy about it to. I try to run away from her, sneaking out the doggy door, only to realize, every time like a new discovery, that we have a fenced yard.  Momma comes out to the backyard calling my name.  She starts off by singing a happy little “Mattie….” and if I don’t respond, ends up letting out a sharp-toned “Mattie!” I run around the back yard, back and forth, zooming around….. run, run, run, and then it turns in to fun and I run in to my momma’s arms, forgetting that I’m actually trying to run away from her. When I run to her, she lifts me up high, laughing, and says, “rub a dub dub, I see Mattie in the tub!” Oh no!  Next I know she’s scrubbing me down, with scentless, shampoo, in the tub.  I sulk. Sad-faced in the tub.  All wet.  But soon I’m out of the tub and being blown dry to my regular fluffy self.  “Rub a dub dub…” I’ll show her, I think, “next time I won’t run in to your arms!“ Soon we’re off to the hospital, where I get my little yellow vest that...

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