Calving is one of my all time favorite times of the year and it never fails that I find a bath towel out in the barn that was used on a calf.
One of my favorite calving stories happened years ago but I’m reminded of it every year just before calving starts.
Headed to the barn, a new calf caught my eye. It was wet, shivering, and stuck in the mud – and there’s not a mama cow paying a bit of attention to him.Back into the house quickly, I holler for Chris and grab some bath towels out of the laundry room. I race back out to dry the calf off while Chris hunts down the mama, who come to find out is on the back side of the barn giving birth to this one’s twin!
As I sat there in my pajamas, probably on a cowpie, with a newborn calf wrapped in bath towels that were not in the “rag pile” I laughed, cried and prayed:
I laughed because it didn’t even phase me that I was probably sitting in a cowpie with a towel wrapped around a newborn calf that I would probably be using as soon as I washed it.
I cried because it didn’t even phase me that I was probably sitting in a cowpie with a towel wrapped around a newborn calf that I would probably be using as soon as I washed it.
I prayed that that little calf would make it and that when the momma cow rounded the corner of the barn and saw me with her calf she didn’t take me out!I always swore my bathroom towels would match my decor and each other. Yes, I realize that of all the goals I could have set in life, having matching bath towels is not reaching for the stars, but it was a legitimate goal in my mind!
I remember, at one of my wedding showers, opening a gift with a throw rug and some bath towels in it. I distinctly remember opening the box and being thoroughly confused, as they were a sage green and peach color. My fluffy clouds of happiness were to be deep burgundy, matching my new home’s bathroom decor. These were not the colors I registered for!
I thought I was polite, as my Mom tried to raise me with manners. I said “thank you.” But the giver must have seen the look of confusion on my face because she announced to everyone: “I know these aren’t the colors you registered for but what you chose seemed so dark and dreary I didn’t really like them, so I thought I would brighten them up a bit with these prettier colors.”
Twenty-three years and three kids later, even a peach towel wouldn’t be frowned upon. I mainly shoot now for “mostly dry and hopefully having been washed in the past week” towels when I choose one for my daily shower.
My Bath Towels Lead A Double Life
Who knew that my fluffy bath towels would be used like a shop rag sometimes, used to clean up kids’ puke, used to warm baby pigs, used dry off a newborn calf, used to get the mud off rubber boots or help save abandoned wild bunnies.
Maybe it’s the threadbare towels that actually make a happy home, because they have been used to make memories.