Mommy and Me
Mommy and Me

It used to be that I was little and my Mommy would watch over me all day. She would watch me as I played in the sand and she would teach me not to put things in my mouth. She held my hands as I learned to walk and she watched my little feet plop down unsteadily on sidewalks and carpets and grass.  She watched me with trepidation and pride when I ran and rode a bike, learned to swim and roller skate. She excelled at repeated tirelessly and often, words of advice and guidance, and yet she somehow managed to refrain from telling me “I told you so,” for the umpteenth time.

My Mommy helped me set out on the safest and truest course wherever I was in the world but she let me set sail all on my own.

I am no longer little and yet I know my Mommy watches over me every day. She worries about me and prays for me and by her example she continues to teach me new lessons, or ones that still have just not stuck. And on those days when she lets me help her, she continues to teach me new lessons; grown up ones about grace, forgiveness, patience, kindness and graciousness and growing old.

Thank you Mommy. I am so glad I have you watching over me every day! And I am blessed to be able to watch over you from time to time. Happy Mother’s Day!

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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2 Replies to “My Mom Looks After Me”

  1. Dandelions are poetry; tumble weeds are music; horehound is a crime novel (it is a declared weed in Tasmania…a killer of native plants and Yarrow is a song of healing…just my thoughts on these things…cheers

    1. Thank you Random Rose, for your kind words! I don’t think I’ve read a comment that was so poetic!

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