Ah friends! What an amazing summer this has shaped up to be. I just came in from a refreshing little run up our hill to visit the goats. They were pretty happy to see me, or maybe it was just the yummy salad scraps I put in their dish that made them so happy. I know I have said it before, but country living is the life for this girl. Even so... I guess a person never knows how they will "settle" on a new little patch of earth until the settling starts to happen.
One of the reasons I was so hooked on this particular patch of earth was because I really envisioned my kids grasping a good work ethic while living here. We have only been here a few months, but having our little goat friends has already been a puzzle piece in teaching the tots about responsibility. And it is never to early to start. Mine are 4 years and 9 months. And neither of them misses a thing.
This particular day, Sportsman-in-Training wanted to take a book along to read to Jill and Bill. Sportsman-in-Training could probably feed the goats himself, but I go along to make sure the gates are buttoned up right. I put lil' adventuress in the jogging stroller and up the hill we all go. When we get close to the pen, lil' adventuress starts laughing and clapping her hands. She totally knows what is going on.
She also knows what goat food tastes like.
There are days that Sportsman-in-Training has said he doesn't want the goats anymore and wishes we didn't get them. Man that hurts this momma... but it is usually when goat feeding time interrupts his little play schedule. Once I explain why we need to feed the goats and actually do the "job" he is usually back to being his happy little self. It also has taken some gentle reminding that although goats are not people, we still have to respect them and treat them nice.
Then there are moments like these where a pet becomes part of the family and caring for them becomes more fun then like a chore. And isn't that what a good work ethic stems from? I have no idea where Sportsman-in-Training picked it up... but every now and then he says "Happy to help, momma!" and that is when I think to myself, "Yes, he gets it!".