just another day of Catholic pondering

He was 18 months old when I first met him, the only boy with two girls – an older sister and an older cousin – always pegging him around. He’s now 10 and still the only boy in our family (two boy cousins on the other side).

My husband is his godfather, and I wonder, sometimes, if that gives me a special bond to him. Uncle Bob takes his role pretty seriously, though he never puts words to it that way.

Little D has grown up at the state fair. I can look back through my pictures and see him, first as a baby, and then a toddler, then a shadow behind his dad, and this year, standing on his own for the first time.

Since it was his first year showing, he took a lot of advice, from the judge…

…from his mom (and dad, too, though not pictured here)…

…from Uncle Bob.

He also pitched in, setting feet and getting sheep ready, with more vigor than he ever has before. He takes showing sheep seriously (just like Shepherd Dan).

He has no compunction telling older sister Rebecca exactly what she should change (just like Shepherd Dan).

He can talk your ear off with details you might or might not understand, about breeding cycles and numbers and feeding ratios and a thousand other things (just like Shepherd Dan).

This year, Little D earned his own ribbons.

He was a blur of motion, just like always, heading here and there,

keeping the aisle clean,

getting sheep ready,

setting feet,

watching and learning.

As I watched him jump in this year, I realized that this time with him is fleeting. I have glimpses like this with my own children, but I’m often so embroiled in the day-to-day craziness that I forget. But Little D – and the nieces – there’s a different appreciation. For one thing, I’m still cool since I’m not the one parenting them. :)