Our eldest helped deliver a lamb this evening. The mother had been struggling in labour all afternoon so the farmer decided to bring her in and help her. Something wasn’t right. The lamb was all muddled up inside the ewe. It needed straightening out so she could deliver it. The little lambkin had a big question mark over its life and chance of survival before it even took its first breath. But all was well! Before my boy came home for a late tea, the little lamb was sitting up and behaving like a normal newly born lamb should. What a privilege to be a part of the process.
I assume it was a first lamb for that particular ewe.
Our firsts this week have been:
For Me: My first week of blogs and a notebook full of ideas for more!
For Tim: First week at the helm and hand on the rudder of NCC. It’s been good.
For my favourite eldest boy: A promise fulfilled (a promise made when he was aged 6 and 10 years old seemed donkey’s years away) and he began to learn to drive the old landy round the field. NB. Old “landy” not old “lady”.
My favourite youngest boy: He has been learning how to do somersaults from the trampoline in gymnastics for the first time. He talks to me like I know exactly what that means, but I don’t. However, it is something very important that only the most advanced have done in his class, to date, apparently!
My favourite eldest girl: She shot the bull’s-eye of her target in archery practice for the first time and has had ever-increasing success at repeating the feat.
My favourite youngest daughter: She had her first appointment of a block of speech therapy and found it so exciting she couldn’t keep her legs still, throughout the appointment. She also impeccably imitated the therapists Scottish accent. I quote “croon” instead of “crown”.
So those are some good “firsts” there to share with anyone who cares to read them. But this remains my favourite first of all time…
Revelation 22:13 “I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.”