It’s here …
whether we’re ready for it or not.
No longer just around the corner, it’s time to mark the moment for Mom.
For some, Mother’s Day marks the beginning of planting season for gardeners in colder regions, while it also delivers the height of the gardening period in warmer areas. For others, Mother’s Day weekend marks a stressful time to clean the house. People are coming, and perhaps you have anxiety over what others will say during the Mother’s Day lunch or dinner.
Whether you’re a mom, with a mom, or just honor your mother; we all have someone we love who deserves the honor and adoration.
As a bereaved mom, I haven’t possessed the desire to celebrate, honor, or even remember mother’s day. I wanted to forget during the previous three years. Even now, I sometimes want to forget such a day exists.
But, I’m “getting there” one year at a time as I understand that our daughter, Corrie, would want me to still honor the day for the sake of her and her brother, my mom, and grandmother. I purchased two rose shrubs; one in honor of John’s mother, and the second to honor my deceased, paternal grandmother.
I plan to plant them near a rose shrub, which originally came from John’s grandmother’s home.
The gardens honor all mothers and their children, I believe. The other day I wasn’t feeling well, as I’ve recovered from a recent depressive bout connected with triggers to Corrie’s sudden death. Our son, Hayes, came to me before school. He said, “Mom, I went out to the gardens, and checked on them after the storms. Everything looks good.”
Our son is a typical thirteen-year-old in terms of his reaction to doing work of any kind. But he is my angel on Earth. While he, and I, are far from perfect; he has a way of saying things sometimes you wouldn’t expect.
The gardens honor not only Corrie, but also our mothers here and gone.
The gardens and fields, wild and planted, honor of the memory of the mothers and daughters here and gone. As I walked yesterday, I felt Corrie’s spirit with me.
Corrie's Season 