Mother Goose

Goose turns 31 in three days. He goes on-call for the fire season the day before his birthday. Since the Hotshots are first on the schedule, we are assuming that he will be gone on his big day. Yuck. I love the fire season. He makes good money and his leadership abilities seem to grow and shine like a beacon. However, Daulton misses him, the family misses him and MOSTLY I miss him.

The kids always say "Goose is the golden child. You love him most." I answer "duh". And leave it at that.

I've always turned to Goose for help in fixing, remodeling or yard work. I know at times he tires of me running to him for everything. I simply enjoy working with him. I enjoy his company. We laugh. We talk. We tell stories. We share excitement over progress. It's so fun! So I ask. He helps. And my house is better because of it.

New Years rolled around and the cutest-couple-in-the-world (Daulton and Goose) were visiting and Daulton said "Tell your mom what we are doing for our New Year Resolution."

"We are looking up random facts everyday and sharing the knowledge of something we want to learn a bit about."

I wanted to join the group. Since they were put on the spot and couldn't say "no". I got to join.

We shared a variety of info from local legends behind the Timpview Mountain, to Dr. Seuss, to podcasts from Oprah. I absolutely LOVE that these two spend thought and energy in bettering themselves.

February rolled around and it was my turn to go. I hadn't yet researched what I wanted to share.

Goose sends a text. "I don't know who is up, but I'm going to go, cool?"

"Yes" I write "It's me. I totally forgot. Ugh. Sorry"

I begin to read the link my son sent.

The link is titled "An Expectant Dad's Guide To Pregnancy"

Realization dawned. I began to shake. Uncontrollably. I started typing "Why am I reading this?" It came out "ıut it cam out qty en i trsding?" So I called.

"Goose. Why am I reading this?"

"Why do you think Mama"

I freaking lost it. I was bawling so hard I couldn't speak.

My baby is having a baby and I couldn't be more proud.

Daulton and Goose will rock this parent stuff.

Back to the title of this blog. I have called my boy "Mother Goose" off and on through the years. Goose is super intense and spends time to not only improve his own abilities, but wants those around him to rise to their own capabilities. No more. No less.

That right there is why he is a good leader, a superb friend, a great brother and an amazing son.

At the end of one rhyme, Mother Goose wrote:

Jack's mother came by,
And caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back
Flew up to the moon.

Goose can fly to the moon. This much I know. If you make it to the moon? Check your list of friendships. I guarantee my boy is right there.

Happy birthday, son. Fly.