As my years progressed, my walls became covered in signs,
pictures, and of course, these ribbons. Eventually, I started running out of
space and the boring, plain ribbons got moved to boxes, while the bigger, more
creative ones got displayed in my room.
My life revolved around the next livestock show. My heart ached
to have the judge shake my hand and smiles covered my face each time I was
handed a rosette, banner, big check, or belt buckle.
I know what you’re probably thinking: “Oh poor little Emily.
So successful, so perfect, so spoiled.” Trust me, I’ve heard them all. The
problem is, everyone’s fighting his or her own battle. Mine was success. Until
a few months ago, I believed that I had to win everything. I thought I had to
make a name for myself – for people to love me and to be proud of me.
Thankfully, I’ve learned that’s not the case. Ephesians 2:8
reads, “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith – and this is not
from yourselves, it is the gift of God.” …not from yourselves… It’s always been
a hard concept for me to grasp. Throughout the year, God really taught me that
my identity doesn’t consist of what I’ve won. My identity is that He loves me
and that people love me. I don’t have to earn love.
Still, showing livestock helped shaped me into who I am
today. But I felt like I needed to let go of my old identity of selfish pride.
I ended up getting rid of my big banners, checks, and signs. They’re currently
being stored in my old room in Eagle Point, OR. My collection of belt buckles
is piled up in a crate sitting on my dresser. For the longest time, I didn’t
know what to do with my rosettes. They’re full of memories, lessons, and
passions through my childhood.
Then, Pinterest hit me. I got a $0.99 poster board, drew and
cut out a heart, and then proceeded to tape the rosettes onto it. I folded the
parts that say ‘champion’ behind each emblem. All, except for one. The one in
the middle I kept out. Not because it says “Grand Champion,” but because it’s
the only gold one that also says “Jackson County Fair.”
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My Pinterest Creation |
The Jackson County Fair is what my life revolved around. I
bought, fed out, trained, and showed each and every lamb, hog, goat, heifer, or
steer…just for this fair. Most of all, it’s at this fair where I learned the
most. Yes, I learned in the show ring everywhere I went. But most of what I
learned, and cherish today, was taught outside of the show ring. I learned
about feeding and training animals. I learned about each specie’s industry. I
learned that 4-H is about community and service – being part of something
bigger than myself. I made friends and had mentors that I still admire today.
Yes, banners are pretty, big checks are cool, and buckles
are flashy. But in reality, the banners will end up in the garage, the money
gets spent, and you can only wear one buckle at a time. What matters today are
the memories you make, the lessons you learn, and how you love one another.
Don’t be disappointed if you end up last in your market
class or don’t get chosen to receive the “Grand Champion Master Showman”
rotating trophy. My name’s engraved on there multiple times and I can tell you
that today, on June 26, 2014…it doesn’t matter.
So, as you head to your county fair this summer – what’s
your goal? How do you want to remember this part of your life? What will you
cherish? What matters forever?