Who I was in my last life. . .

I was a German farm chick. I must have had at least 8 kids because this seems natural to me. I probably milked cows and hauled hay bails and hoed weeds and planted. Perhaps I even helped deliver new baby calves and horses and hogs because birth, labor, and pregnancy in general have always been a huge draw for me. I didn't complain about hard work because this was the way of life back then. I nurtured and loved my children but never pampered them because spoiled children would have been unheard of in this situation. Things may have been hard here and there but stubbornness or optimism (or both) got me through.