Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys...

That's how the old Waylon Jennings' song goes...

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.

They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.

Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis, And each night begins a new day.

If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,

He'll prob'ly just ride away.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.

Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.

Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.

'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.

Even with someone they love.......

There's something about 90 degree days of summer that make me long to get my boys back to the Cornhusker state.  To finally introduce them to aunts and uncles and cousins who live too far away.  To show them where Mommy is from and where Grandma and Grandpa lived and the farm out past 16 Mile Corner.  It was a possibility that we could go out this summer now that Joey has flight clearance, but instead he will be having one, maybe two eye surgeries and no long Western journeys out to the panhandle of Nebraska.

Their cowboy hats will have to suffice for now.  

What do you want your kids to be when they grow up?  Does it matter?

I wish for my boys that they will find something they love to do so much that it doesn't feel like work and they would do it even if they didn't get paid.  A doctor or lawyer?  I don't know.  If that's what they want.  A chef or a designer?  Now that would come with some real benefits!

What did you want to be when you grew up?  Have you done it, yet?  If not, why not? This phrase might inspire you: 

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More cowboy moments...whatever these two grow up to be, my heart will never be as full as it is when I catch them playing together.