For You, Mom

 

Mother's Day Nosegay, ©amomnextdoor, 2014

Mother’s Day Nosegay, ©amomnextdoor, 2014

I have spent the past four Mothers’ Days alone with my children, while Mr. Banks was away on business. Every year, I have wondered if he would remember what day it was, following a foreign calendar all the way across the world. Every year, I have stepped into the bountiful garden we have grown together, and seen the flowers he had already given me. So I would pick myself a Mother’s Day bouquet, and then send those flowers to you, honored mothers of my life. At some point later in the day, the doorbell would ring, and Mr. Banks would deliver his love for me, from all the way across the world, in yet another fragrant extravagance of flowers.

California is facing a serious drought this year. We ended winter with just 5% of our usual annual rainfall, and by the end of spring had only edged up to 30%. We have decided not to water our garden this year. Out here in the valley, our garden needs irrigation from Spring to Fall Equinox in order to truly thrive. We’ve had just enough rainfall to bring out the blooms and the grass. Now we get to watch everything die. It makes spring flowers that much more precious, when we’re unable to artificially extend the growing season with imported water.

I noticed the Mother’s Day bouquet really changed in character this year. Usually I end up with armfuls of giant blooms, and still have flowers left in the garden to enjoy. This year harvested every single stem, and ended up with this little nosegay. The flowers are different, too. Instead of roses and tulips and lilies, I’m getting the self-seeders–forget-me-nots and bachelor’s buttons and carnations–and the hardy perennials. It will be interesting to let our garden go back to what it was meant to be, to start over on the canvas nature intended for this region. To tend my little corner of climate change. And still find flowers, for you, for Mother’s Day.

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This Happens to Me Every Year

Mother's Day flowers for you, in case everyone else forgot... ©amomnextdoor, 2012

Mother’s Day flowers for you, in case everyone else forgot… ©amomnextdoor, 2012

Once again, alone on Mother’s Day. Alone with my two young children, that is. My Fictional Husband (FH) has gallivanted off to Europe for business, and just about now is probably stepping bleary-eyed and crick-backed from one plane to another. My son went to bed with a fever of 102.5, and we three–the Birthday Girl, Agent 006 and I–are home alone together all day tomorrow, for Mother’s Day.

My FH kept asking me what I wanted for Mother’s Day and I confess I was unable to come up with a good answer. Am I supposed to want to glory in my motherhood, the fevered whining and competitive bids for negative attention from little sister? Or am I supposed to want a break from it all, all the everything I normally carry? And if that’s what I want, who’s going to give it to me?

I’ll settle for a healing full night’s sleep and maybe a side of epiphany. Since I’m too busy momming to come up with anything new for this year’s Hallmark Moment, I’ll have to settle for regurgitating past miracles of wisdom. I write to remember what I know, and this is all I’ve got so far–some of my favorite posts about being a mom, in case you haven’t had a chance to see them yet:

Lao-Tzu Was Never a Mother

Rage, or the Distress Call of the Modern Mother

Ten Things She Can Do For Herself: Apologize (Less)

or simply, The List

Two and the Double Negative

Me! Too!

The Smile That Saves

The Mother’s Day That Didn’t Happen, and the One That Did

For all you moms out there, Happy Mother’s Day! If you’ve got a favorite post about being a mom on your blog or someone else’s, please post a link in the comments below. I’m probably going to need it.