Cows-N-Corn

Last Saturday Reagan and I went to Cows-N-Corn for their Ice Festival. We had a fun time. She enjoyed the hayride, looking at the animals, eating a hot dog, and eating the ice cream (that was definitely my favorite part).

But what made this trip so special was getting to witness Reagan take a chance on something new despite how scared she was.

One of the attractions was a cow train. It was nothing more than some go carts decorated to look like cows attached together and pulled around on a tractor. Reagan had seen it go by us a few times and would get really excited. She had fun mooing and waving each time it passed. I asked her if she wanted to ride it and nodded yes and began to run to where we saw people getting on board. Some of the cows were large enough for an adult to sit in and ride while holding their child. I was pretty certain that was the only way my cautious daughter would ride the cow train. But I asked if she wanted to ride alone and she quickly let out a forceful "NO!" and then reached her arms up and said, "Up pease." So I picked her up and we proceeded to get in a cow together. As she sat in my lap she watched as some of her friends go in cows by themselves. Reagan looked at me and with a whine said, "Down." I figured this meant she had gotten scared and did not want to ride anymore. I set her down and as I began to climb out she was already trying to get in the cow made just for kids behind me. I hesitantly put her in the cow because I was certain that as soon as the train began to move Reagan would begin to cry and I would have to get the drivers attention to stop the ride.

Well, Reagan proved me wrong! I still rode the train myself in the cow in front of her. I could tell how nervous she was but she also looked very determined. As the train took off there was a momentary look of panic on her face but I did my best to show how much fun I was having and she got herself together before any tears fell. Reagan never lost the look of concentration on her face or her death grip on the sides so I can't be sure if she enjoyed herself or not. But when I picked her up out of the cow I told her how proud I was of my big, brave girl. She smiled, gave me a hug, and then patted my cheek. She was proud of herself too!