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    Parenthood: An indelible memory Contest Winner 
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  Posted: January 10, 2019      Views: 89
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I have spent my life time rewriting, re-reading, reviewing, revising, reminding, remodeling, repainting, re-riding, revisiting and even remarrying. Nothing is perfect the first time we try it, thank goodness for second chances! We are all learning. - more...

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Chapter 19 of the book Jewell?s Book of Jewels
A boy needs a dream
"Ugly Pillow" by Ada Jewell



Why was that ugly pillow out in the middle of the floor again? 
I grumbled to myself. This was the third time I had come down the stairs, each time with a basket of laundry. Each time the same huge, ugly pillow was in the middle of the room.
This pillow was huge, green, gold and blue furry sort of plaid material. I really hated the thing. My boys liked it when they wanted to lounge around and watch a movie. I kept it only for that reason, but this time when I picked it up I went to throw it into the laundry room.

"Son, why is there a belt around the middle of this pillow?” My second son was a darling little three year old. He had curly red hair and freckles on his cheeks, his big blue eyes looked hurt as he stared up at me. In his best little offended tone he said with a measure of indignation that is not a pillow, that is my bull!” 
That moment was a defining moment for a mother and a son. It doesn't sound like much, but for this mother it was a challenge. I was raised on a ranch where I knew how vicious some bulls could be. I had been taught to fear the creatures and stay away from them.

Now this little cowboy had my attention and he was ready to show me his dream. He grabbed the pillow, slid his hand under the belt, threw a leg over the pillow, thrust one arm in the air, stuck his chest out and proceeded to make the self sounding 8 second buzzer. He was on the wildest ride any ugly pillow had ever exhibited. After the buzzer sounded, the bull and cowboy had a struggle until the bull fighter, jumped in and rescued the little cowboy. The crowd exploded with cheers from the three year old. Then he became the judge to score the little cowboy, and the announcer that cheered for the score. I watched in bewilderment as an entire one man bull riding event staring one three year old and one ugly pillow has just played itself out before me.

To this day I swear Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson burst into song every time that old ugly pillow gets drug out "Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys" definitely became my mother's prayer.
I tried in every way to encourage him to play sports like the other boys. I even got him a horse so he could ride the horse. He'd grin at me and say
"I'm not horse rider, I am a bull rider."

If I didn't know different I would think he was born a bull rider, that little redhead boy of mine attended his first professional bull riding school when he was nine years old.
He transitioned from steers to bulls when he was 12 years old, he 
started high school rodeo when he was 14. He went to High School State finals four years in a row. He attended college on a rodeo scholarship. He was Vice President of the Rodeo club and was ranked 4th in the Nation at the college level.

I attended 53 rodeos one year. The worst part of being a rodeo mom is when you're sitting in the stands, they load his bull in the chute and while your bull riding son is setting his rope, fear grips your heart and then the woman sitting behind you says things like.

"I would never let my kid ride one of those!"
Or my favorite is "any mother that lets her son do something like that should just go to prison for abuse.”

They just don't understand, I have a son that had a really ugly pillow, that turned his dream into reality.


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Describe a memory, a lesson taught or learned, or a moment shared that will stay with both parent and child forever.

Prose only. No minimum or maximun word count.
Parenthood: An indelible memory
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