New Life
April 8th, 2011

There is something about springtime that makes us wake up and appreciate the new life around us.  We see trees and flowers bloom.  New bunnies and birds flit about our neighborhoods.  And, for those of us who live in cities, we take our kids to see baby livestock.

We go to petting zoos and look at rabbits.

We show tiny piglets to our tiny children.

We encourage them to reach their sweet little hands out to pet their new friends.

And somehow we live vicariously through their curiosity and wonder.  We think about what it must be like to experience these things for the first time.

If our kids are old enough to articulate their (and our) wonder they might ask us why new life matters so much.  We might come up with a decent answer about circles of life and nature and so on.  If we are being totally honest, we might just say, “I don’t know exactly.  But it does.”

Yesterday afternoon IEP and I drove six hours to my parents’ house.  They have a place in the country about an hour outside of town.  It is home to horses and chickens and sheep.  And at about this time every year the sheep have their babies.  The first lamb was born this week and I want IEP to experience the farm in the spring.  I want him to see and touch a newborn lamb.  I want him to run around in fresh grass and wildflowers.

I can’t tell you precisely why I want these experiences for him.  But it seems important to me.  Important enough to spend 12 hours in a car with a two-year-old who likely won’t remember much of this particular visit as he grows up.

New life is precious.  We know it the moment we see it or touch it, even if we can’t express it in words.

*The photos above were taken by Nanny at a commercial farm in our area yesterday morning.  Our family farm outing will happen this weekend.

3 Responses to “New Life”

  1. Cathy Says:

    Having had the farm experience as a child I can appreciate the beauty in it. And yes, I want my kids to experience that too. The miracle of life, isn’t it? I love the pics – the baby hair and dimpled fingers. Sweet memories for me.

  2. Eva Evolving Says:

    I love this time of year too, Gale. Growing up on a family farm, there were dozens of baby calves born in March and April – sometimes 3 or 4 a day. And when I was a bit older, we had sheep too and the baby lambs were irresistible. Their tightly curled wool is so soft, and it leaves your hands soft with lanolin. We would hear the baby kittens mewing in the hay loft before we found them; the mother cat was very protective of her litter. We’d hold the tiny kittens in our hand, not much bigger than my palm, so tiny their eyes were still closed.

    Oh, what a fun trip down memory lane. It’s magical!

  3. BigLittleWolf Says:

    There is something amazing in nature, for all of us. Renewing. And nothing quite like seeing new life – or young life – responding to new life.

    Yesterday I went for a walk through a national park, alongside a river. There were geese wandering around one particular area, and with them, goslings. What pleasure to see those tiny furry creatures, trotting around after their parents.