Bloom

What does it mean to bloom? Dictionary.com has 23 definitions for the word bloom, not counting the idioms. I’ll pick my favorite: (v) to flourish or thrive.IMG_1619

I want my children to bloom. My daughters, ages 11 and 7, are in the process of blossoming, becoming themselves, and showing the world their true colors. I worry, as a newly divorced single mother, that I won’t be able to keep their soil fertile, their roots well tended… It seems like a daunting task, doesn’t it, this parenting thing? It is something that I expected to do as a couple and then had those plans ripped away from me suddenly. Why don’t I co-parent, you ask? Well, let’s just say that I’ve had enough crazy to last me a lifetime and I’d just like to move on. I’ll parent my girls the best way I know how and he will, well, hopefully not break them. I know that sounds mean. I hope it gets better. I’ve heard stories from others that it could go either way. But, I digress…

I truly want to watch and help my daughters bloom. I want to see them grow into their personalities that are already so strong. I want to see them build their lives and succeed in all ways possible. But, I also want to bloom. I want to get my color back. I used to feel as if I was flourishing, living a life that I’d dreamed of. When you cut a flower, it dies. That’s just how it is. I’m planting new roots now and turning my face toward the sun. The best way for me to ensure that I help my children bloom is for me to be the example. So it’s almost springtime: a great time for me to focus on ways to flourish and help my girls thrive.

Mama’s Losin’ It

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Where Would We Be Without Them?

Five and a half years ago, in the midst of a chaotic time for my husband and me, we were blessed with the birth of our first daughter, Daphne. Our lives improved from that moment forward by 1000%. Fast forward three years and eleven months to our next addition: Scarlett. We didn’t think it could get any better, but she happily proved us wrong.

But what if they never were? What would our lives be like now? First, let’s think about all of the things we would be able to do:

  • Go out whenever we want, without worrying about having to find a babysitter
  • Save money instead of hemorrhaging it away on daycare and diapers
  • Sleep late every weekend
  • Watch R-rated movies during the day, if we feel like it
  • Leave small and breakable objects lying, without worry of little fingers grabbing them or choking on them
  • And…well, I can’t really think of anything else
If we didn’t have children, we would be able to do any of those things. It would be wonderful! However, there would also be things that we would miss, like these:
  • See a smile directed our way and know that we are the absolute nucleus of someone else’s universe
  • Hear “mama” and “dada” for the first time…and then, over, and over, and over again for years
  • Sharing childhood toys with our own children, and actually getting to play with them again
  • Sticky hugs and kisses
  • Being woken up by a small being standing right next to the bed, inches from your face, and staring silently
  • Watching our babies sleep
  • Making smiley-face pancakes and feeling like a superhero
  • Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy

  • Going trick-or-treating on Halloween, even with the baby, and getting to sneak some of the loot (they don’t need all that chocolate, anyway!)
  • The first day of school, and the end of the first day of school
  • Family vacations that require a million bathroom breaks, several time-outs, and at least one thousand “Are we there yet?”s
  • Constant laughter and amusement at everything our children say and do
  • Teaching them about the world and watching their eyes light up as they take it all in for the first time
  • Bath time splashing, with lots of bubbles
  • Hearing “I love you,” and knowing that you will remember how freely they told you even when they’re teenagers and are yelling the opposite at you
  • And…about a billion other wonderful things
Basically, our life would be pretty boring without our beautiful babies. Sure, we would get to indulge ourselves sometimes, but it wouldn’t be as fun. It wouldn’t be a treat if we did it all the time, anyway.
We would be going to work, coming home, going through the daily routines only to start over again. There would be fewer surprises and not nearly as many reasons for doing what we do.
Where would we be without them? We would be lost.

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