It’s long been said that God works in mysterious ways. Occasionally, He works in mysterious cows, too, as this twisted tale of motherhood mayhem from Teresa Loman plainly shows. — The Story Guru
Contributed by: Teresa Loman
God sent my son and me a cow the other day. You see, Zak had gotten himself into some rather serious trouble TWICE within a matter of hours. He missed the bus and had to be driven to school by his dad. When Dan went to pick Zak up from Tennis practice, Zak was nowhere to be found. Dan drove all around the high school and the middle school, even going so far as to park the car twice to get out and look.
Forty-five minutes later, he gave up and came home. I found out through a call to the coach that at that moment, our son was safe in the tennis shed. We talked for a while, calming ourselves down, and theorizing about when the kid would call again. Zak did called again, wondering where his dad was. Meanwhile, I was on my way to the school to look for Zak. Turns out he had been sitting up on a hill tucked away from the parking lots, so he could watch for his dad. BUT he forgot to watch because he got caught up in a conversation with his buddy, Mason.
It occurred to me right about then that maybe Zak didn’t appropriately value the rides that were provided for him, so I made him WALK home…all the way home, with me following in my big ol’ Sherman tank of a Buick with my hazard lights blinking. I had him take the back way, so that we wouldn’t block traffic and he’d be safe.
We’d made it about two miles into the long, long walk home when I saw something on the road up ahead. The something was… coming at us. I thought it might be a horse, since horses tend to get loose frequently enough. I fairly quickly realized that it was not a horse, but a cow trotting our way at a rapid pace.
I thought of my scrawny son up ahead, walking with his neon yellow backpack — because no, I was not letting that ride in the car either. That backpack of books was his to tote home. I was a little concerned about the cow until I saw a farmer chasing after it. Between Zak with his neon back pack and me with the grandpa-sized Buick, the cow decided the road he was on might not be a good idea, after all, and he turned around.
When we finally got home, I told Zak that the cow was a gift from God, sent to make us laugh. He said he would have enjoyed God a lot more (and would have been in fact closer to God at the present moment) if he’d been able to go to church youth group that night, instead of ending up grounded.
Oh, I did finally let Zak ride in the car just before we reached our home road. He was finally done arguing and making excuses.
I think that hour of walking did him good.
And who knows, it might’ve given the cow and the farmer a little laugh, too 😉 — Story Guru
Author Bio: Teresa Loman is a Michigan native, a writer, a mother of one (very fortunate) son, a digital designer by profession, and a storyteller by nature.