On the morning of shearing my son asked me how much it cost to have each sheep sheared. I told him that each one cost $5. He said ‘ok’ and walked away. I thought it was a little random, but didn’t give it a lot of thought. A little later he came out of his room with a $1 bill and 16 quarters. He said that he wanted to pay to have Precious sheared He had counted out enough money from his piggy bank to pay for his little ewe lamb. My heart melted. I helped him get a ziploc bag and he put his money in it.
He wanted Precious to be sheared first and he watched very intently. Instructing the shearer the whole time…’she likes to be talked to’, ‘she doesn’t like to be held like that’, ‘she may be a little wiggly, just be patient with her’, etc. It was very cute. As soon as she was done, he handed his baggy of money to the shearer and told her ‘thank you’. Once again my heart melted.
Precious was happy with the hay, but my son was very concerned about her and quickly grabbed a little bit of grain.
She was happy with his idea and the two of them shared a quiet ‘precious’ moment.
Who knew a little ewe lamb named Precious could teach him so much.