When I was little, I wanted to be three things when I grew up: a forest ranger, an airline hostess, and a cowgirl. Mostly the ranger. And eventually a teacher. But my little brother and every other little boy in our neighborhood wanted to be a cowboy. And when I nannied, I discovered that all these years later, little boys like Cooper still have that dream. So I decided to write a poem about that. In reading up on cowboys and lassoes and riding and roping, I learned some new terms and learned how to tie a Honda knot (not well, necessarily) that they use in lassoes. I learned about bronc peelers and mucking stalls, and I wanted to be a cowgirl all over again.
I’d been wanting to do a piece on statues, so I added that one in tonight. In our travels last fall we saw tons of amazing statues, including living statues. One living statue in particular in London gave little Charlie a run for his money by interacting with him. I wondered what statue little ones like Charlie would be if they could choose. From there, it occurred to me that a child might see the ‘life’ of a statue as being pretty cool (no bathing, no changing underwear, no having to go to bed, etc.). Other than pesky pigeons who might land on them, statue life might indeed be pretty awesome. So here are cowboys and statues! 😃