Growth Spurts

Growth Spurts

The tender plant dug deep into sod, and as her green tendrils wove their way through dirt and rocks, she lifted up her sun-kissed soul to the sky. Radiant heat poured over every inch of her. She was beginning to feel growth down deep in her stem. As water took up residence offering life-giving nourishment, her very existence sucked up all the sustenance provided. She molded into and clung to the rich vitamins and minerals of the soil, whose soul purpose was to progress her to the place of blossom. 

The rain beat down, mercilessly so. The wind whipped unrelentingly over her. At times, even the sun scorched her emerging buds. But always, the care of her Master Gardener, brought her back to life. No matter the storm, nor the climate, the tender plant clung to hope. The hope of blooming in full season. The Master Gardener patiently watched over this one tender seedling. Never forgetting one single detail, he faithfully sacrificed his time into seeing this plant bloom. As each fragrant and colorful petal burst forth, she was becoming less fragile. She was beginning to reach her full potential. Realizing she would never become fully independent, she began to acknowledge that fact for the security that it was. She now faced each sunrise with the renewed pleasure of both giving and receiving. She was becoming interdependent. And there, in that stillness, was a deep serenity opening the way to the garden’s gate of true and lasting happiness. 

The thought of being plucked from her familiar cocoon never concerned her. At the pinnacle of growth as a tender plant, she did not concernherself with the catastrophic. Yet, in one instant, her life source was cut short. With curious wonderment and child-like innocence, doused with equal measure of high pitched squeals, a chubby fist landed resolutely across her base. She felt her seams rip and burst forth as her anchor to the ground shredded away. Stunned and dazed, the plant flung about in the broad open daylight for all to see! Never had she felt so unprepared; so perplexed. How could she have been uprooted so violently when all was right in her meticulously planned existence? As she was brought closer to the face of the one who had dared disrupt her tranquility and quite literally shook the earth, she was both dismayed and perplexed to see the face of a little wide-eyed wonder-filled boy staring through her. Happily, he bounced away with her flailingthrough the wind and sunshine. Abruptly he fell to the ground on bended knee and made a gentlemanly proclamation: “Mommy! I picked this just for YOU! Mommy! Mommy! Mooommmyyy!”  

Falling gracefully in her strong and weathered hands, Miss Bloom smiled and kissed each well-worn wrinkle with her colorful, glorious petals! It was only then she knew her purpose. She had been tenderly cared for and grown to maturity, to bring joy and peace to one who called herself simply, Mom.