It’s Morning

May 10th, 2008 - 9:26 am

If you need me this afternoon, I’ll be on the porch watching my plants grow or at friv.com playing flash games … or napping. But first, we have to make the trek across town to get food at the farmers market. Neither of us wants to go, but we haven’t been in about a month, so we kind of have to go.

Those peppers I posted a photo of just yesterday? Doubled in size this morning. And that Better Boy tomato plant? Grew another three inches. Everything is really taking off! Makes it so exciting to step out on the porch every morning to see what’s changed!

Better go make us some more coffee. We need a kick in the butt something bad this morning. Zero motivation to do anything.

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One Response to “It’s Morning”

  1. on 11 May 2008 at 12:29 am   Wildman

    Mother’s Day - My Birthday

    The day of my birth came in the late hours of Mother’s Day and even though it was really two hours after this day Mom would always say I was born on Mother’s Day. She always took great pride in saying so even though it wasn’t true.

    There was a time when I didn’t understand why it was so important for her to take so much pride in having me and everyone else think it was so, but every Mother’s Day when I would give her a gift she would always say, “Son you didn’t have to get me anything. My gift came the day you were born.” Of course she always accepted the gift without hesitation like it was a big presentation.

    There were many years when the day of my birth actually did fall upon Mother’s Day and our family gathered to celebrate both with equal joy. Mom would still persist that I didn’t have to insist in giving her a gift and I still didn’t understand why she thought she didn’t deserve a gift.

    I tried to imagine on the day of my birth just how many tears she lost, the pain it had cost, and how she could have ever thought of me as a gift. It left me to wonder even more that she could ever think such a feat would never deserve the treat of a gift on Mother’s Day.

    Mom left this life a few years ago and through my tears of grief I understood her belief in me being a gift to her and on the day we did part I came to know in my heart that we had shared in a gift to one another like no other on the day of my birth on Mother’s Day.

    Happy Mother’s Day Mom. I Miss You.
    I Love You.

    Written for all Mothers and the children who Love them.

    Wildman 2008