My husband and I were unable to have children. Instead I turned my focus to my garden and created a personal sanctuary to ‘heal’. My children are in their gangly teenager phase now. Most requiring a serious haircut this spring.
When people visit our garden, the first words uttered are “Wow, this is really peaceful. This is Beaverton? I can’t put my finger on how this garden makes me feel.” Transformative is the word I often use.
On Mother’s Day I generally hop in the car and head to the beach. I hike the well beaten path from Ecola State Park down to the beach. My goal? Avoid the media Hallmark moment onslaught. I liken Mother’s Day to Valentine’s Day. I desperately steer clear of the dazed-eyed crowds at Costco, Fred Meyer or the mall searching for the perfect last minute gift and card.
I implore you dear reader to make every day Mother’s day in your home. Instead, this one day should be relegated to those of us who wanted children and could not have them. A mourning day for life not created, but so desperately desired. My goal would be to change this ‘holiday’ into a national gardening day where we celebrate new life in whatever shape or form it takes.
I would love to hear your thoughts.