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Living While Waiting

May 5, 2010

By R.W. Hampton

The last time we visited, I was waiting for our mare, Molly, to foal. Well, a little after midnight on a stormy night in late April, she finally did. It seems that she was on a different timetable than we were. We never consulted Molly with our precise breeding dates and gestation period tables, so in the end, despite all our preplanning and anticipation, Molly gave birth when she was good and ready – and not a second sooner. 

Mother and colt

Mother and colt? Everything went as it should. The colt is a dandy, let me tell you, well worth the wait. I have to smile, though, when I think of all the sleep lost getting up in the middle of cold dark nights to go down to the barn because we were sure it was time!

We spent what seemed like an eternity waiting for our youngest son to walk. All the books and experts said he was behind schedule. But when he was good and ready, he stood, got his balance and promptly ran off. We’ve been chasing him ever since.

It was the same with talking. According to the specialist, our lad was behind the curve. A team was assembled to study him and make recommendations. It was even thought that perhaps his facial muscles were underdeveloped, so cheek massages were ordered. Then one day he did start speaking; now at almost four years of age, we can’t shut him up. People are astounded at his vocabulary and gift of oratory! And when bedtime rolls around, this little guy can filibuster for hours.

As of this writing, we are waiting for our oldest son to receive the dates for his deployment to Afghanistan. Of course, when he does leave, then the waiting really begins. One thing for sure, though: despite my desire to know, nothing will happen until the Marine Corps is good and ready, and not a moment sooner!

It seems like a good deal of life is spent waiting. I could write a book about waiting on women. I could probably write that book during the time I spend waiting to catch planes or waiting for the traffic lights to turn green.

Musically, it seems like I am always waiting for inspiration or a block of quiet time to work on a song or idea. Right now, I am waiting on my next project, wondering when it will be released. It seems so long between when we start a project, when I do my part with the recording, and when you get to hear it; but this time, because the process after mastering has been somewhat out of my hands, it has seemed like an eternity. I have to tell myself that although I wait, there are people working on it and like that dandy little colt, it will be here when they have it done, and although this may not fit my timetable, it would be foolish to send it out into the world before it’s good and ready.

I suppose by now you’re waiting to find out where I’m going with all this. Well, here’s the deal:  we’ve got to learn how to live while we’re waiting, ’cause what we’re waiting on may or may not be quite what we hoped for.

Have I learned how to do this? No, but I’m working on it. My guess is that like Molly’s foal, understanding will come when it’s good and ready and not a moment too soon. Till then, I’ll do some living.

7 Responses

  1. Bobbi Moss says:

    Proof…IT IS ALL IN GODS TIME!

  2. Ron Dye says:

    RW,

    Now you’ve gone and gotten more computer savvy than I am (which isn’t too hard to do). I enjoyed he blog entries and look forward to more of them.

    Congratulations on the new arrival – maybe I’ll drop by and see it.

    Until later amigo,

    Ron

  3. Yvonne Hollenbeck says:

    There are sister cities. Suppose there could be sister ranches? We don’t have a very clear view today as it is quite overcast but things are sure green; we are getting colts now and most the calves are on the ground. Two brandings are over…the big one and a smaller one and the fences are being redied so we can get cattle to summer pastures. We had a rough winter so fences were quite damaged and lots of miles of ’em to fix.

    Your colt is sure cute. What’s your breeding? Our’s are out of a Sunfrost stud and foundation mares (the goal is calf roping horses, of course) but get a lot of ranch work so Glen breeds for cow sense.

    Hope our trails meet in the near future.
    Yvonne

  4. Myles Culbertson says:

    RW

    What unit is your son in? Our son-in-law is also a Marine and will be in Afghanistan by October — we think. He is in 3-5, 1st Marine Division, Camp Pendleton.

  5. Thanks for posting! I really enjoyed the report. I’ve already bookmark

    this article.

  6. R.W. says:

    Thanks for the comments –
    Ron, I’ll have the coffee on!

    Yvonne, I don’t follow the bloodlines much but according to my wife, this colt’s momma is a Freckles Playboy grandaughter and his daddy is Peptoboonsmal bred so I am told he should cut a cow and it looks like he will have the size to go rope something.

    Myles, Our boy is in the 2/9 and will ship over there in the mid-July. We will keep all the boys of the 3/5 in our prayers too. Semper Fi my friend.

  7. Janice J Ciarla says:

    RW, Lisa:
    I have a perfect name for the colt – Oklahoma Storm Chaser! Yet, he looks like the kind of horse that would barrel right into the middle of a storm and not bat an eyelash. Living here in tornado alley, we get lots of folks who want to be storm chasers. And since Oklahomoa is your second home (yet, heard you say that at cowboy church, Enid, OK) the name seems fitting, too. Anyway, good luck with the names. Happy trails to you all.

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