Last year we brought my dear mother here to the farm from a nursing home. We knew her time was short. We knew she would want to be surrounded by her loved ones. As we approach the anniversary of her arrival here and her passing and another year of weaning our lambs from their mommas, I felt the desire to share something that happened during her time here.
On July 28th, the day before she passed, John and I were weaning the lambs from their mothers. The window of my mothers room looked out over the pasture where we were. In the process, I looked up (my heart and mind during those days were never far from her) toward her room. I couldn't help but feel the magnitude of what we were doing...separating the babes from their mamas.
To WEAN: accustom (an infant or other young mammal) to food other than its mother's milk. accustom (someone) to managing without something on which they have become dependent or of which they have become excessively fond.
We knew my mother was shutting down and that it wouldn't be long. At this moment I felt the arms of mother nature comforting me. Yes, it brought tears but in that moment I felt my mother communicating with me through nature as if to say, it is a fact in life, it is real, and it is happening. Sooner or later we must say good bye.
This year will be no easier then it ever has for us. We don't like separating them and for several years we didn't. What we observed is that the mothers will drop from exhaustion trying to feed their babes and combat the heat