Mother’s Day, a glorious day of rest and relaxation for Mothers all over the world, a day when massages are given and breakfast is had in bed, a day when your children are perfect and a day where you get to sit on the couch watching marathons of Real Housewives eating ice cream out of the carton.
It has come to my attention that we have a dangerous predator lurking in our yard. A stealth animal with razor sharp claws and the teeth of a great white, a female that stalks it’s prey with the precision of a tiger, her name is Ruby. My adorable sweet little kitten, who we rescued from the life of dumpster diving in a murky Fan alleyway nine years ago, has turned into a hunter.
It’s the time of year where I make my annual run to stock up band-aids and Neosporin. The time of year (my favorite) where the windows are open, the birds are chirping and the kiddos are running around with shorts on, thus the first aid stock-up. We have already had more skinned knees and elbows than I wanted to deal with all spring and summer.
A while back when a fellow gardener asked me the significance of Latin names of plants, I found myself fumbling for an answer despite the fact that botany was my major in graduate school; evidently, associating plants with Latin names has become somewhat of a second nature for me.
At 6:21 a.m. on Saturday, April 1, 2006, I became a mother for the first time. It was an experience that I can’t honestly remember (thank goodness), but am so thankful for. Being a mother has been the most wonderful part of my life and I can’t believe how quickly it’s going by; my sweet first born turned 7 years old this morning at 6:21 a.m.
It’s hard to believe that Easter is right around the corner, the weather can’t seem to make up it’s mind cold and dreary or warm and sunny (we all know which I prefer). I love Easter; it’s my favorite time of the year, the warm sunny days, blooming flowers and the wonderful message of Hope. Between church services and Easter egg hunts we are on the move during the season.
This past weekend we traveled to Emerald Isle, NC to celebrate my Papa’s 85th birthday. We packed the car with everything we would just die without for two days; multiple pillows, blankies, babies, movies, crayons, Legos, Star Wars guys, Dora the Explorer, apples...
The winter doldrums, I hate them. I suffer from them every winter and I long for spring. I anxiously wait for the mild mornings when I can open my windows, letting the sweet smell of spring infiltrate my home. Mr. Robin singing his sweet song and the tulips blooming in my flowerbeds. Oh how I yearn for spring.
Having a daughter changed my life. I love my boy beyond words, however, having a girl is just different. I love playing “Dora” with her, brushing her crazy curly mop and I get so much joy from her very serious decision-making in regards to outfits and bows. Her twirling, whirling, singing-self – my little flower is growing up.
They say when it rains it pours. As we all know, it rained last week and rained and rained and rained. I was so sick of the weather I felt like screaming. My job requires that I travel from business to business in the area and with all of that visiting, I have to get in and out of my car. Yes, my hair situation was abysmal last week to say the least.