By Susan Hayhurst
I'll never forget the day my 13-year-old daughter became a grandmother … twice. Her Polled Hereford heifer, Dominette, was due to calve and had been bred to a virile beast named Boon. Lillian was maintaining a verbal vigil through her dad, Terry, and an actual watch every minute she could be at the barn.
Soon after we drove home from church one afternoon, Terry headed for the cattle barns. My cell phone beeped shortly thereafter. "Honey," he whispered, "bring Lilly over here right away." I yelled for her to jump in the van, and we hightailed it to the other farm. Lillian plied me with questions during the short drive. I responded several times, "Be patient. Daddy will answer all your questions."
Before I could completely stop the van and put it in park, Lillian leaped from the car, running for the pen where Dominette lived. She stopped short, looked at me, and with the biggest grin I've ever see on her face, exclaimed, "Mommy, I had twins!"
Speaking as her mother, I'm so glad it wasn't Lillian who had twins. The fact that her heifer has a healthy set of twins was certainly momentous. But even more special was the fact it happened on Mother's Day!
Hayhurst writes from Terre Haute.