Saturday, May 7, 2011
THE MOTHER'S DAY GIFT
Mother gardened for pleasure. Father planted vegetables while Mother grew and maintained a large strawberry patch of the "Red Rich" variety and flowers in the form of climbing roses, gladiolas, hollyhocks, verbena, four o'clocks and portulaca.
Once I observed her creating new rose plants from cuttings. I took careful note of the process and secretly took a cutting, planting it at the far end of Dad's garden, placing a rock over the base of the future rose plant. By Mother's Day, it had taken hold and was gaining strength and growing out.
As a nine year old, I had no money to buy presents, so I drew and colored a card and put a bow on the fledgling rose bush. On Mother's Day, I told my mom I had a big surprise for her. She followed me down to the garden and her surprise was genuine and touching.
Never again did I surpass the success of that particular present or fail to understand the power and awe of love and enthusiasm for life, transplanted from parent to child.
Happy Mother's Day.