My life sometimes demands that I play the roles of single mother, faith seeker, and patience guru. Last night was such a night.
As with any normal evening I called Grady on my way home to find out what his routine is looking like and when he thinks he’ll be getting home. On any usual night he’s home by 6 or 6:30. No worries. I like to ask though because one of my biggest pet peeves is to have supper ready and still be waiting on him to show up.
On this particular evening at 5:00 he was certain he’d be done shortly and on the road. So, with no worries, I picked up the kids, ran to the store for a few essentials and headed home to start supper. Nachos to be exact.
In the middle of my food preparations I get a phone call from said husband informing that he wouldn’t be home any time soon. A water pump had gone out and they had to stay to fix it because, well…the cattle HAVE to be able to drink. I moaned and groaned, but understood. It’s his job. It’s out of his control. I knew all of this.
So, I continued with supper knowing the kids and I would be dining alone. No, biggie. It happens. I got to play the single parent role. Big whoop.
Several hours lapsed and the kids were bathed and ready for a bottle and snuggle time. I tried to call Grady and got no answer. It was 8:00 at that point in time.
“It’s fine,” I kept telling myself.
“I’m sure he’s elbows deep in water and mud right now. He CAN’T answer his phone.”
Remember when I posted about being the mother of the year? Remember when I talked about being a worrier. Well, those tendencies didn’t fade with the onset of adulthood. I am STILL a worrier to this day.
Grady has a relatively dangerous job. No he’s not fighting fires or dueling it out with criminals on a daily basis, but the life of a cowboy has many risks that come with it.
Okay, so it’s not THIS dangerous on a regular basis, but it’s close… (and this is his hobby…)
My mind started going 100 mph wondering what was going on 40 miles away. Couldn’t he have taken a short break to call me and let me know they were doing okay and still working on the well. Didn’t he know his wife would be just a little worried.
No. When Grady gets focused on a job his mind is nowhere else but on the task at hand. I know this about him. That’s not to say that it doesn’t drive me bananas.
So, I had to rely on my faith that he was fine, he was getting his work done and he’d be home when he got home. I had to have faith that God was protecting the guys and helping to guide them in the right direction of repairing the well. Afterall, in the grand scheme of things, these men are doing God’s work taking care of these animals.
And then I had to remember patience. I am NOT a very patient person. Oh, I’m tolerant and understanding. I am patient when I know I need to be, but combine worry with a small lack of patience and it can get messy. So, I usually dive into a book, turn on a good show and fold clothes or do my best to get some shut-eye. If I am patient, I know he’ll call when he’s done and on his way.
It’s tough to be in the “unknown”. I can’t imagine what it would have been like before the days of cell phones. I’ve heard countless stories of absolute crazy disasters my father had to fix while my mother was the single parent, faith seeker and patience guru at home. She did a good job. There weren’t many times any of her internal worry trickled down to us.
So, I suppose I did my job well last night. Tucker wasn’t worried about where Daddy was and Ella was her usual ornery self.
Grady got home safe and sound somewhere around 11:00 and the cattle had water to drink.
God bless a cowboy and his big heart for without it we wouldn’t enjoy our cheeseburgers and t-bones.
Peace, love and patiently waiting.