I’ve only mowed a yard a few times in my life. I wasn’t even sure how to turn the lawn mower on! But, Miriam learned to mow in the past few months, and she enjoys it. Between the two of us we got the mower running and made a plan to tag team. One of us mowing, the other watching the youngest of the crew inside.
Still that rope was wedged tight. Even trying Dad’s technique of using a screw driver and banging with a hammer didn’t win any slack in the line. I think the rope spent several of the past mowings under there, choosing today and our first attempt at single Momma yard work to wrap tight and choke out the mower. Why not, right?
Jon had quite enough of Mommy’s absence, but I knew the day was only growing hotter. I ended up mowing the front yard with a terrified Jon tucked in my lap before he finally consented to go back inside with the rest of the crew.
My solo mowing lasted about two minutes before the edge of the deck snagged a dangling clothesline. I’m just glad Jon was inside because, boy, did it sting my feet and legs as it wrapped around the blades and snapped! But, by then Jon was standing at the window screaming anyway, so I took a break to nurse him down for nap and cool off before attempting my second lawn mower repair of the day.
Back to my makeshift ramp I went, managing to break the ramp again. Since the boards were long to start, I just shifted them and drove up again. This time, the plastic coated wire melted between the mower and the blade, requiring the ratchet set again and the removal of both blades.
Thankfully, the rest of mowing was uneventful with sick kids inside watching tv and Jon napping.
I don’t think I could have survived one more mishap that day. The yard looks worse for the wear I’m afraid, but I learned some things.
- Watch out for wire/rope! (Whoops…twice)
- Make sure the grass shoots out AWAY from the newly mulched flower beds. (Whoops, again)
- Pay attention to blade height- I started too short and kept getting bogged down, then had to finish at a higher setting which means two heights of grass plus hoping I didn’t cut it so low it won’t grow back. (Ugh)
As I tucked Miriam in, she said, “Mommy, you can do all the things. You fixed our water hose so we don’t have to carry buckets of water to the field anymore, you killed the wasps in Clover’s pen, you built a ladder for our fort, you mowed the yard, and fixed the mower!” It felt good to hear the pride in her voice.
But, the cost hurts. Today it was half a day outside with my kids fending for themselves inside- the toddler upset the entire time he wasn’t sleeping. I’m already struggling to keep up with my responsibilities here. You Momma’s know- it’s a busy life! And now I’ve added more to my plate, with everything falling to my shoulders alone. Especially right now, with the shattering of my hopes and dreams (again) it feels impossible to bear.
The one good thing about walking through this multiple times, this time I know we will survive. Life will go on. Life will be good (eventually). Others will step in where we need help. And I am capable of more things than I ever dreamed.