It’s a big week here – one boy with a collar bone broken from wrestling with friends, one graduating from high school – and lots of sweetness inbetween like. . . .
high school soccer games in the evenings (District Game tomorrow night)
sitting with moms I’ve sat with for years
in fold-out canvas chairs
sunlight spilling on my porch,
purple, lavender and orange sherbet johnny-jump-ups
raising their face petals in greeting
hydrangea, butterfly bushes, blue buttons
spiders-knots, zinnia, poppy and daisy shoots
stretching upward, green-ward
promising
something beautiful
“Look at the robin’s egg blue sky,” I told my son with the broken collar-bone,
on the way home from the doctor. I’m avoiding bumps and pot-holes, but what mom can avoid all of them, on the road, in our talks, in the living.” “Isn’t it beautiful?”
“You know – the sky’s not really blue,” He says, and we look at each other.
“What about the fluffy clouds,” I counter, floating across the sky.
“Clouds are just water,” he says, a smile hovering, not quite wanting to show itself.
As the car climbs up the hill, past the water tower, I smile right back at him – one eye on the road, one on him, “But God didn’t make ugly water towers to hold rain – He made clouds to hold water – How awesome is that!”
Two red birds stood together in my yard, near the butterfly bush. A cardinal splashed in my bird bath, flinging water droplets onto my zinnias shoots.
A tiramisu trifle is half-eaten in the fridge, just waiting for one of the boys to stop by and finish it off. A few left over pieces of grilled zucchini with rotel diced tomatoes, mozzarella and parmesan cheese, and garlic are sealed in the fridge for tomorrow’s lunch.
Better Boys and German pinks sit on the porch waiting to be planted, along with dill, jalapenos and cucumbers.
A volunteer carrot and chard are waiting for dinner Friday night – volunteers from last years garden.
Sadie, she’s learning to sit and stay, to ring the bell on the door to go outside, to find snuggly places for cat naps.
Coffee in the pot at 5 p.m. – and my boys milling about – coming in the back door, going out. My sweet Mother-in-Law here for the week.
The sweetness between brokenness and soaring
A little healing, a releasing to soar, family gathering together to celebrate
It’s a Blessings-and-Faith kind of week – filled with things that need to be savored.
Still counting gifts – 1001- 1034
I haven’t been here for awhile, but I loved your blog from the first time I saw it. Sorry to hear about the broken collar bone. You are a beautiful writer.
It sure sounds like a blessings-and-faith kind of week! How beautifully sweet are the memories you’ve written about. And I don’t even know what johnny-jump-ups or zinnia are. 🙂 Here’s hoping the collar bone and the soaring are just as sweet as everything else in between.
I love how you capture every moment like it’s a precious jewel from God! Thanks for sharing your home, heart and memories!
I want to reach through the screen and love on Sadie! For real, please send her to my house.
Maryleigh, thank you for counting your blessings where I could eavesdrop! This post is so lovely it makes my heart sing praises for my own blessings.
Oh, my! Sounds wonderful at your house! I’m full from dinner but you’ve made my mouth water! LOL Especially the tiramisu. Oh, yum! And the flowers. I want pictures! Wonderful post, sweetie!
I love how you tried to get him to focus on something wonderful like the clouds. You are such a great mom!
This is beautiful. I feel like I’ve been wrapped up in a peaceful hug of thankfulness. I love how you wrote about the moment with your son. I could picture that smile forming on his face. Thank you for sharing your writing.
There are always so many sweet blessings hidden in the ordinary waiting for us to enjoy! All these small moments of wonder from our Pappa’s hands like your son’s dry humor laced with lots of wisdom make life so much richer. I know we only have boys, but then I think our Pappa knew fom he beginning that we are boy-mothers!
God bless you, dear one
Mia
I just love coming here and reading how you embrace being a mom. Simply lovely!