I have written some of these stories about others and some about myself. The problem with this is most of the stories about me were highly embarrassing. This isn’t a story about cowboy wrecks or horse training adventures. Just one my wife told my kids about, they laughed for a while. I was just embarrassed all over again!
My nephew, Clint, was the first grandchild, nephew and son in our family. So he naturally got a lot of attention. Felicia and I made several trips to Dallas to see him. We told his parents it was to visit them, but let’s be honest here….it didn’t matter to us if they were there or not. We came to see Clint. It’s funny how that works, when my kids were born it didn’t matter if I was there or not, people came to see the babies. We should have charged admission and had different costumes for them to wear….man, we missed an opportunity! Could have paid for their college education!
On this particular trip (Clint was a few months old) we got there on Friday night and Clint was already in bed, so we had to visit with my brother and his wife. They weren’t near as much fun as that kid. The next morning I couldn’t wait to wake the boy, but they made me wait. When he finally got up, I was able to get my hands on him. Looking back, I don’t really know what was fun about him! If he wasn’t cryin’ or a poopin’, he was sleepin’! But, I enjoyed him just the same!
Now to set the scene, Clint was the first baby I had ever been around. So I was fascinated by everything about him (the cryin’ and poopon’ excluded). Right after lunch my sister-in-law was sitting on the couch holding him while he slept….I thought…..she had a blanket over him and I just walked over and said, “let me see that boy!” I jerked the blanket back and there they were……….He was laying there nursing! There was no going back at that point!
I stood there for what seemed like hours, running through my head all the snappy one-liners that I could have said to cover my embarrassment. But there was nothing there! Just one red-faced cowboy and a new mother who was probably just as embarrassed! After what seemed like 72 hours I turned and walked outside. Ok, in all honesty….I might have sprinted…..
Now mind you, I have seen one before (a baby, that is)….just never like that before! Which just goes to prove, if you can’t see where your a goin’. It’s best to slow down and review the situation before you just strap the saddle on and ride. A wreck is a wreck no matter if it is a broncy colt or a breast feeding woman!
If had been a little more patient, I might not have found myself red-faced, trying to think of something to say that would make my “not stoppiin’ to think” actions disappear!
A person’s insight gives him patience, and his virtue is to overlook an offense.