It’s a bit entertaining what we’ll do for love. Don’t you think? Recently, my husband and I were doing yard work. The Oklahoma wind had subsided from it’s previous days’ wind speeds of up to 70 mph so we had to take advantage of the pleasant weather. In doing so, I found myself thinking about things such as when I will make my next trip to the grocery store and how I will ever be able to keep our home clean with boys and what if we get a late freeze and my petunias die. It really is rather remarkable, I know, the things that go through my head. Stop the applause. Continuing on with my landscaping duties, I hear the vroom-vroom-vroom of my five-year old’s dirt back in our woods. I peek around the corner just to make sure he is okay. He looks at me and gives me the wave as if to say, “It’s all good, mom.” And then I immediately remembered an eight-word phrase I said on my back porch less than one year ago. “My children will never have a dirt bike.” As adorable as my sons look in their motorcycle attire, I am still not a fan of the machine. I’m amazed at how something such as a dirt bike can bring out both fear and happiness in me. On the one hand, I love how much fun they have and how they are just being boys. On the other hand, it strikes fear in this momma’s heart when her baby think he’s Evel Knievel and loses his footing when he flies off his seat after a jump. I know, right? So, the moral of this story is don’t ever say never. I am still trying to figure out what other lessons I can learn through this. In the meantime, I’ll just keep eating my crow.