Alright, I admit it, I am not a big fan of February. I would be happy if we could just skip from New Year’s Day to Easter, or at least St. Patrick’s Day(that’s a fun holiday). My wife would disagree, something about her birthday being in February makes her a little biased. Here we are again, though; cold, muddy, damp, miserable, you get the idea. February also means the start of calving season around here. Doesn’t make much sense to purposely invite a newborn into such inhospitable conditions, does it? Well, by design, they are pretty hardy creatures, and luckily spring will be here soon. The will of these newborn calves to survive and thrive never ceases to amaze and inspire me. I, and many others like me all across the nation, will be getting a little less sleep over the next several weeks as we tend our herds through calving season. I will spend a little extra time watching the new mothers and hoping the ‘maternal instinct’ kicks in sooner rather than later.
It is a wonderful time for personal reflection. A cow only calves once per year. When those first calves are born, I find myself thinking about what has happened in that year since the last calving season. I think about what has changed, and I think about personal goals and where I hope to be after another year. I think about challenges that I have faced and how I can learn from adversity that I have dealt with. I think about the season of renewal and the hope that springs eternal. I am sure everyone has this time of reflection each year that coincides with a particular event, something about spring calving season allows just enough quiet time for my mind to switch gears. I guess it is comforting to some extent also, that despite all the change that life brings, there are some things that remain constant. Good luck finding your time of reflection.
