I would have bet just about everything I own on the fact that my 13 year old daughter…the very daughter who loves to say things like “can we go shopping?“or “can we go to New York City?”, the same daughter that thinks she’s an authority on high fashion…wouldn’t go out and try to wrangle a calf.
But at family camp … well she did just that. She braided her hair and attached some gingham ribbons…and then she did this:
She lined herself up.
Took off running.
Until she got her eyes on the prize.
And she started to wrestle the calf.
That girl caught herself a calf!
And that my friends (in rodeo terms) is called walking with a swagger.
Yes, I had to see it to believe it.
And I wouldn’t have missed that cowgirl for anything.