Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Not Just A Weed

For the past couple of days my mother has been coming over to see me. She has been bringing with her a dandelion that she picked on her way over. She comes walking in and in a baby voice says to me" I brought you a pretty flower". I laugh at her and respond with" That is not a flower, that is a weed!" She sticks her bottom lips out and sits down. I put the weed on the table and thank her for the weed.

The following day, yesterday, she does the same thing. We go through the same routine but this time I look at it and see ants crawling on it. I laugh at her again and she crabs the weed out of my hand and says" with all the piss ants you have in this house you don't need any more" and she tosses it out the door. We both start laughing at that point. If you would see how many times a day I have to kill the ants you would laugh too.

My Mother works in the evenings and so I never expect to see her unless it is during the day. Last night I was up late and about a quarter til 1 my Mother comes walking in really fast. She saw that I was still up and wanted to bring me something. She hurriedly puts down all her things from work and walks over to me. She gets a big smile on her face and says to me again" I brought you a flower" and she open her coat and pulls out the most beautiful flower I have ever seen. She said that she was sitting outside on her break and saw it and just had to pick it for me.

My Mother and I have never been very close, but she tries ever so often to make up for past wrongs. The flower was very beautiful and I have it sitting in a cup of water, but I cherish the weed more. She showed me how much she loved me every time she gave me the weed. To me it is not just a weed it is her communicating with me. Even though we can not get along or even talk sometimes, we will always have the bringing of the weed. It is one of the main jokes we have played since I was a teenager. She brings a weed and I either act disgusted or act like its a beautiful flower either way it is our special joke.

I guess what I am trying to say is that even though it may seem like you always get weeds maybe there is something special about that weed. You never know when you will get a few flowers tucked in there with the weeds.

5 comments:

Kathy said...

That is a sweet story. I hope you and your mother can become closer with every year that passes.

kasper794 said...

I definatly can see you two doing this. It sounds like my mom & I at times, but u know that situation. Love ya sis. Thanks again for the birthday present.

Amel's Realm said...

Oh, this is a LOVELY post, Sindi!!! It's SO nice to have your own special love language. MMMMMM...

I miss my Mom now. I LOVE her so much he he he...Our love language would be going to the malls together either to hang out and try some new food or just to watch movies...girls' day out! ;-D

Sindi said...

Kat,

I am glad you liked the story. I hope we do to but I don't really seeing it happening anytime soon.


Kasper,

Yes, you have been there through it all, and I through yours.

Amel,

I am sorry you miss your mom. Kepp her in your heart and she will always be there even when you are apart.

Shaunda said...

this post I would have to say was the best one I have read all WEEK... THANK you for sharing.
HAPPY Sweetest DAY to YOU! God Bless,