It doesn’t seem possible, but 14 years ago today, motherhood smacked me neatly in the face like a frying pan. My sweet son was born. Now this poor child has heard me tell over and over again what a difficult baby he was. He was the up-every-two-hours, cried-all-day, cried-all-night, couldn’t-be-away-from-his-mom type baby. And I can vividly remember sitting on the couch after I had miraculously gotten him to sleep and looking at the clock and realizing he was exactly two weeks old. And I said to myself, “Okay. Only 17 years, 11 months, and 2 more weeks. I can do this.” It was a rough first year.
BUT! Once this sweet child learned to walk, he was a brand new man. And he hasn’t looked back since.
Rhett loves being outdoors. (That’s probably why he was upset the first year of his life…we weren’t outside enough! Lol.) He loves hunting and fishing and at a young age led his mother, aunts, grandmas, and cousins on many frog catching expeditions. Did you know you can catch a frog with a fishing pole? I sure didn’t.
He loves hunting and can’t wait for opening day of turkey season tomorrow. He is a very patient hunter and enjoys doing his research on various hunting techniques and researching his prey’s habits. He’s spent weeks out observing turkey’s habits. Where they roost, where they eat, when they come out. And the best part is, he’s been practicing his turkey call. In the house. For the past month. I just love how good he’s gotten! (Insert sarcasm.) I like to give him a hard time about it. But that’s another great thing about Rhett, he doesn’t let much bother him.
He also loves fishing. And I love that he fillets them and brings them in ready for the frying pan. Fresh fish in the spring is a tasty treat!
He’s handy on a horse.
He’s good at working cattle.
He likes sports.
He helps with harvest.
He’s a kind, caring, loving kid, and I am so thankful to have him as my son.
P.S. You might say a little prayer for Rhett as he is planning to get his driver’s permit this afternoon. I’ll let you know how that turns out.