Mother’s Day weekend has come and gone. It is hard to imagine that now on Mother’s Day I am the oldest mother in our family, the mother, and the grandmother. What joy mothering has brought to me. I was late in the game beginning at thirty with children, but what joy all four of ours and several others we have known have brought to my heart. Mothering comes as a privilege in my days, one I am ever aware almost wasn’t. My mom has been gone for almost nine years, which doesn’t seem possible. The weekend was busy with our oldest grandson turning three. His mom did a great job with a construction themed party. Sunday was filled with the best kind of present, quiet and rest. We watched classic movies and made a few special treats and enjoyed being home together.
When I wake up each morning, it is as though i am waking with windows filled with beautiful watercolors. The serenity of the greens, the trees, the birds, each day takes my breath away as I gather in the kitchen before the others awake. My office is not connected to the electricity yet, so I am working in the house still. Habit is what keeps me from simply going to the out of doors with my laptop, well that and I am not ready to engage the neighbors in a robe this early and do not have sweats or casual pull on clothes for backyard working….yet.
The hydrangeas from Easter are planted now for three weeks and I believe we managed to get them all going without losing one. The whites were so crisp this year and the blues are so deep. The yard has maintained their colors, though the blues are even more blue now. The soil must be in line with the alkaline needed to keep the blue.
The master bedroom is now studded out and awaiting me to bring home the drywall today. I am exceptionally ready to get the master done so we can have our things in one room again. While I am thankful for Madison’s love of the little wood room for now, she is ready to be in her room at night too and I am ready to have our roadside find black iron bed in the same room I wake! We believed the rain would make drywalling impossible this week but it seems I can get materials home today.
Perspectives change as we grow. This seems to be a season of intense changes in our days. New habits require practice. Choosing to commit to change is one thing, doing so is quite another. It’s like having a puzzle that’s pieces no longer fit to make the same picture, so we are picking each one up and turning it to see if it goes with this new scene or was simply left from some other puzzled part of life. This scene seems much more simple, yet requires daily the choice to pair down, to reduce and to release the clutter and stress of an old life. It is a time of pruning …pruning things, thoughts, and unnecessary complexities so that what is left can bloom and grow.
How is your spring coming along? What are you planting in your life and what is no longer in your growth plan?
