Wednesday, February 2, 2011
by The Cowboy’s Big Sister
J.M. always wore his cowboy hat. It was red and he loved that hat with all his might. J.M. wore his red cowboy hat everywhere.
‘Cause he was a REAL cowboy.
And he always wore his cowboy hat when he climbed into his bunk at the end of a long, hot day on the trails.
All the time.
‘Cause he was a real cowboy.
“What about my hat, Maw?” J.M.’s eyes got big and he felt scared.
“Well, Son, you can’t wear your hat everywhere…. Or … all the time anymore.”
“Why not, Maw? I’m a real cowboy.”
“Yes, I know,” said his very wise mother.
“But, since you ARE a real cowboy, it is time for you to learn about being a really good, grown up cowboy.”
“What does that mean, Maw?”
“A good cowboy ALWAYS takes his hat off-and holds it in his hands- when he talks to a lady.”
“You mean wimmin, Maw? Like who?”
“Shucks, Maw! Janice ain’t no lady, she’s just an ole girl! And she wears her cowboy hat, too.”
“Yes, J.M., you must even take your hat off when you talk to Janice,” Maw said quietly.
“And, I’m afraid that’s not all,” Maw said.
“Ohhhhhh Maaaaaw,” J.M. wailed “What else?????”
J.M. was very quiet for a while.
Then, with a big sigh he said, “Well, yeah, Maw, I know that God is mighty important and He’s kinda in charge of everything. I guess I can do that. So…
…is that all?”
“No, that’s not all, J.M. There is more. Did you see that new rack that Paw hung up on the wall by the front door?”
J.M. nodded his head, “Yes Ma’am, I did. What’s it for?”
“But, Maw…” J.M. practically screamed!
“Hold on Son, there is more.”
“J.M., this is the very most important one of all. And you must never, never forget this one. OK?”
“Well….. I’ll try, Maw. What is it?”
“Yeah,” J.M. laughed, “but Maw, what if there ain’t no rack to hang it on?” He KNEW he had his Maw on that one!
“That’s not a problem, J.M.,” Maw smiled. “A really, really good, really gown up cowboy just sets his hat under his chair!”
That was too much for J.M.
He sat down on the floor and still wearing his red cowboy hat, he put his head in his hands and moaned.
And moaned some more.
What was he to do?
He wanted to mind what his maw and paw said and he wanted to be a really, really, really good grown up cowboy. But, take his hat off?
All the time?
Oh, that was just too much for such a little cowboy.
J.M. shuffled out to saddle up his
trusty tricycle horse, Big Boy, and rode up and down the sidewalk for a long time, thinking about his red cowboy hat and what his maw said and about being a grown up REAL cowboy.
J.M. took a deep breath and
very slowly….. took off his cowboy hat. He set it under his chair- very gently.
J.M. ate his chow real fast, and said, “Can--, I mean, may I be ’cused?”
His maw smiled and said, “J.M. Your paw and I are proud of you. You are a brave cowboy who is growing up fast. And, you know what? Paw says he thinks it will be just fine for you to take a bath in your cowboy hat---- and, maybe, if you really want to, after you say your prayers, you may sleep in your red cowboy hat.”
J.M.’s face lit up in a grin. He grabbed his hat off the rack!
But--- he was really careful to hold his cowboy hat behind him
so it wouldn’t get squshed!
NOT the end…..
The rest of the story is that
JM grew up to be a
THE BEST BROTHER
in the whole world
who is loved VERY MUCH !
now, THAT's all !!