Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Grow where you are planted


Every afternoon we head back to the elementary school around 3. We park a little ways up the hill and walk over to get B. He waits with me or runs off to the playground. Good exercise, fresh air, a nice break in the afternoon.

Today he was fascinated by the grass, sprouting up tall and blooming. He picked me a bouquet. I was so happy to tell him what I knew about seeds and wind. It hit me right then how happy I am for this time. He's just four and so open to the world and learning. I'm so happy for the extra time I've got with him...and his sister...time that wasn't there before. That somehow maybe it will be what lingers in their memories. Picking grass on the walk up to see sis. Walking out from second grade and there's mom. Maybe she's looking a little worse for the wear, maybe she gets grumpy sometimes. But she's mom and she's there. Every day.

And so it is that I try to see past recent frustrations, trials, and even the kids' sadness over friends they are missing.

I tell them that home is wherever we are together, as a family. That Omaha would not be home without daddy. So here we are, making a home together.

And I do my best to let my kids bloom here, not unlike the grass in my kitchen window.


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7 comments:

Sarah said...

Miss Melanie,
Your friends in Omaha do miss you, and you are such a good writer in the way that you express how you feel today. I think it is great that you get to concentrate on being a mom and a wife. I hope you enjoy it immensely. There are probably lots of people who would love to be in your spot in the world today. Enjoy!

Mimi in the Midwest said...

"Ain't life grand?"

LadyHash said...

This is a really lovely post. And you've got a great attitude about…well, everything really.

Kate said...

Mel,
This is the first time I have read your blog and I think its wonderful! Enjoy those little moments. My mom was a stay at home mom and, at the time, I didn't realize just how special that was. Now, looking back, I am so grateful for all of those little moments that truly shaped who I am and what type of relationship I have with my mom. In the end...it really is about the little things. I'm sure its difficult adjusting. Hang in there. Larry and I will have to come visit sometime or meet halfway. Take care.

Jenifer said...

Your attitude will be absorbed by the kids, even if you can't see it right away. Staying together is what was best for the family. Glad you are enjoying your time with the kids so much, I knew you would.

Aliki2006 said...

Wonderful post, beautiful spirit in your words! You sound wonderfully calm and at peace...

thirtysomething said...

Oh yes, moments like these last forever. My mother also was a SAHM and we cherished the fact that she was always there when we got off the bus each day after school, I wish often that I had the opportunity to do the same with my kids everyday as well. Enjoy.