But it got me thinking about all the things that could be said about being a fair kid's mom. Here goes:
1. If your name is on the stall card, it's your responsibility... but if the animals in the next stall over need something, or more specifically-- poop scooped, you do it. Even if it isn't your animal. It's called animal husbandry and common courtesy.
2. You work hard to make sure your kids get at least one decent meal a day during fair week. For us, this means community style lunches with some club friends-- tacos in a bag, barbecues, or sub sandwiches. Even if it's just out of the back of my minivan, at least I know where it came from and whose hands touched it! Also, if a fellow 4-Her is hungry, SHARE! The 4-H motto: "for my club, my community, and my world" rings loud and true during fair week!
4. You learned the politics early on. But, you try and be the best YOU you can be, because the future of the program depends on the example you set for those who will one day have 4-Her's of their own. At the end of the week, if we've had fun and spent quality time with our friends, then that is all that matters. I don't remember the winning or losing from when I was a kid, I remember the good times and the friendships I made!
|See where "Mom" is? At the hind end, making sure everyone stays where they need to. By the way, did you know that calves tend to kick? Yeah, they do. It hurts. Also, it's not glitter and sprinkles that come out of that end...|
6. And the clothes: yes. The clothes. I wouldn't be caught dead in my workplace (or public, for that matter) wearing what I can usually be found wearing at the wash rack early in the morning of fair week. But for those 5 days, it's a matter of getting the job done. I figure that people see me at my "best" 360 days of the year, they'll forgive me my sopping wet overalls, bandanna and rubber boots. As far as those show clothes: my iron and ironing board see more action on the Sunday or Monday before the fair than it does all year. It's the ONLY time (well maybe at Easter) that my kids get their shirts (and sometimes jeans) ironed! I don't think that the average person understands how long those clothes STAY clean. MAYBE 2 minutes. Those nicely pressed shirts are slobbery/sweaty/dusty mere minutes after being donned.
So, in closing, please remember that behind every "fair kid" are dedicated, hard working, and tired parents. Parents who sometimes believe more firmly in "making the best better" than is humanly possible. But, at least we're trying?!?!