In honor of Mother’s Day, I’d like to introduce you to my wonky old rose bush that refuses to die.
It it one bush. With many wild awkward single branches that have no sense of direction.
Over time, I’ve tried many times to trim it back, group the branches together, trim it way down to the nubs, rip it out of the ground, and put it out of its misery.
It’s really wonky and awkward, oddly shaped and generally displeasing.
But every spring, it blooms like absolute crazy. Out of control.
And I’ve let it be. It has grown on me, it is so much more determined that I.
It is so much like motherhood.
Wild and awkward and out of control. Full of thorns the whole way, but it yields a beautiful fruit.
It’s ugly, but it’s mine. And I’m keeping it.
It has now started to grow onto my haggard old deck, but it brings a beautiful bloom to the old wood. I’ll let it go a bit longer I think.
These thorns, these roses. I smile every time it gets crazy. Oh, what visitors must think!
So from me at Real Honest Mom, thank you so much for following me on this wild ride of motherhood.
And Happy Mother’s Day to all moms. Anyone who ever carried a baby for any length of time, or loved or taught or cared for a child, fellow human being or beloved pet. We are all moms. And I see you. In all of our wild, awkward, and determined glory.
Happy Mother’s Day!