My Mom would be quite proud of me at this point in my world. Always having been a tomboy that went to Miss Foy’s Charm Academy to help me hone my ladylike skills…..and still wanting to fight those that picked on my brother or me, there was always that part of me that just adored nature. Whether it was pinching portulaca, eating too many mulberry ‘ s from the trees, planting red Celosia or making bouquets from the rose garden, Mommy was so supportive of my adventures…except beating up boys. That was the encouragement that I needed. The need to please my parents was essential to my wholeness. Daddy wanted me to be prim and proper, Mommy just wanted me to stop busting the seams in the cute dresses she would make my sister and I. I just wanted to have fun and be outside.
Before Mommy earned her wings to heaven, June 14, 2010, she helped bend down a branch of a hydrangea that is by the carport to this day. That fall, I dug it up, she held the pot as best she could, with the strength she had and I brought this cherished baby plant home. The first year, it just leafed out, the second year a small bloom appeared. I was grateful. This year I have two buds and the bush has more than one stem…..and it has my favorite pink blush…
This hydrangea graces the flower bed that has my favorite plants, that I walk by everyday, so I can see it and think of my Mom, her grace, her quiet beauty and I know that she is pleased…..if only in my mind.
I truly miss my Mom.
I miss you Mommy…….by