On Mother’s day, Robin stood up for the first time, a turning point, another chapter in a young life. Emma felt much as I did when she first stood up, on no, child, sit down for awhile, where you are so safe. Step by step, Robin is entering the world, noticing people, making noises, waving and laughing, and now, pulling herself up.

In a couple of weeks she will be crawling and the walking, and everything changes, that very peaceful time where a baby is confined to a cozy and narrow world is over. Now, we’re into it. Emma made a Facetime call to me (I confess, I hate that, I feel and sound ridiculous talking to a cell phone image, cooing at a puzzled baby) and Robin and I waved and gurgled to each other, and Fate and Red took their turns staring into the phone.

In a couple of weeks, she will be talking and walking around the farm, we can get into all kinds of mischief together. I’ve decided not to plan things while she is here. The only thing we shall plan is love and joy and peacefulness, the heart of the farm.

I called Emma this morning and wished her a Happy Mother’s Day for the first time, I never thought of her that way before. I told her how proud I am of her, she is such a natural and wonderful mother. She is an inspiration to me, and a joy. If everyone had mothers like her, the world would be a peaceful and compassionate place.