When I look at the spring flora all over the place, I can’t help but to think of my only child. Every time I see something beautiful in the world, I am reminded of her. She is everything beautiful in the world. (She would roll her eyes and tell me I’m too sentimental, but I adore every atom of her.)
She is the universe to me, for without her, there is nothing. I wanted to commemorate her special occasion. I wanted to give her a gift that reflects who she is. I wanted to celebrate her life. I wanted. Is it so wrong to want?
I couldn’t give her the moon. Or edelweiss, her favorite flower. So I gave her a small gift…..
…..and decorated the house with garlands of daisies and old photos and damsels who stroll or ponder over a good book.
People mean more than tokens of adoration, and some people’s love will endure eternity. She deserves eternal love. She does.
Life is far from perfect, but I don’t ask for perfect. My love lives on, no matter what designs the universe has on my mind. Because love cannot be reduced to a series of thoughts, and the universe can’t interfere, even if it sheds tears in the dewdrops.
Imperfect days can’t imprison me because I feel nothing but unconditional love for my child. Maybe one day I’ll recognize enlightenment somewhere in this mess we call life.
For now, I’ll just hang onto my love for her. My love is not easily destroyed like the tenuous filament of a spider’s web. It’s not ephemeral like a dewdrop shed by the universe. No, it endures like the light of the summer sun, never gone for good even when it says goodnight.
Pretty flowers and your lovely girl! Good wishes to her a bit late on her special day! Amazing post…very thought provoking! Susan
As you said in one of your posts recently, Susan – a mother is born with her child. I have always felt that the whole me did not exist until she was born. xo
I was so caught up in your words, I completely forgot to mention your photos! Dear me!!
I especially love your embroidered picture. I’m a bookie, too, as I’m sure you know by now. So anything that celebrates books and reading is wonderful. I loved how you decorated your place, too. Daisy garlands . . . so beautiful.
As is your daughter. One of a kind, I bet. She didn’t inherit your hair, though, did she?
The framed embroidered pieces and the wee figurines are special, too. I inherited two figurines from my mother in law; one of Jo and one of Meg (from Little Women). All four of the sisters represent a part of me, but mostly those two. The motherly, housewifely Meg and the bookish tomboy Jo.
Is that a fabric painting to the left of the picture of your daughter? Did you create that? I think it’s beautiful, too.
And those flowers and greenery with dew on them . . . I have no words that are adequate. Gorgeousness, is all . . .
Thank you, Linne – your words are heartwarming. As for the thing next to Jillian’s photo, that’s actually a flag – a painting, yes, but the company is “Toland,” and they take artists’ work and create decorative flags. I love them. xo
Stacy, this post is so moving and heartfelt; you brought dewdrops to my eyes . . .
Love for our children is so much, isn’t it? Even with all the other loves we have, that one is special. Thanks for sharing your heart and thoughts with us all. Hope your spring is a lovely one. ~ Linne
It has been a topsy-turvy spring, but I’m handling it better than usual!! xo
Beautiful thoughts. I have two daughters, and can’t describe my love for them. With all the ups and downs in my life, they are the constant ones, they are the reasons that I can hang on to the edge of the earth, when my mind says let go. They are beautiful in so many ways, and that I gave birth to these wonderful women is an amazement to me.
I totally understand your sentiment, Bonnie – my daughter allows me just to be rather than “let go” as you put it. xo
Enlightenment IS the unconditional love you have for your daughter, I think. What we truly are loves us that much, even with all the imperfection and darkness. It’s not asking for perfection from us. It simply wants us to love ourselves to the degree that you love your daughter… I think maybe…
P.S. Did you REALLY win a five day cruise?
Oh, and yes, I did win that cruise….just when I needed it most (a few months after Katrina). xo
You’re so wise, Kathy. I think….maybe….you’re right, but it’s hard to see sometimes when the universe slaps us in the face. xo
You did phrase this very well and it is woven by love…
Dewdrops are the tender food of plants and flowers that has been caused by the cooling down of the world, giving back to start another lovely day of LIFE!
Hugs and happy Sunday,
Maybe you’re right about dewdrops, Mariette. But sometimes I think they mask our own tears. xo
El Guapo said:
I hope she reads this.
And while she’ll probably roll her eyes far enough to see her brain, she’ll also feel all the love.
Thank you for your words, Guap. xo