May 29, 2024
My first Hydrangea bloom, ever.
When I was a very little girl my granny would ferociously protect her hydrangeas like a mama bear. I remember hiding from my brothers once in the big beautiful plants. I also remember her fury that followed and the shame I felt.
I never understood her love of these plants that seemed to grow effortlessly around her home. I never understood her not protecting me just as ferociously. They were as tall as her trailer. I had no idea. No idea. Why didn’t I matter?
I understand the love – the dedication to the beauty and the growth of this charming and spectacular bloom. I just wish she could have seen my budding bloom – how spectacular my blossom.
I wish she would have shown me that I am more precious than any other thing in the world. Alas, she did the best she could.
I love the worlds of Maya Angelou: do your best until you know better – then do better. (Something to that effect)
I always tried to make my own children feel important, feel like they were enough – stood in awe of their magnificent bloom. I hope I did better.
I am grateful for my granny and for who she was; I am grateful for my children and who they have become; I am grateful to this first bloom that reminds me that most folks are doing their best…even me. #choosejoy #gratitude #3things
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