A Mother's Love
Though not a mother myself I’m told my mothering instinct is strong. A child's wonderment for exploring fascinates and delights my soul -- just like The Gravitational Pull of Flowers.
Last month I shared my story about a recent bulb garden purchase and how excited I was to watch it grow and mature -- hopefully sharing a little happiness with you along the way. While photographing the Grape Hyacinths visions of raising children popped into my head. Although a mother’s love lasts a lifetime mine was condensed into just 3 weeks.
A Child Is Born
From the moment I saw their green cone heads popping out the ground it was love at first sight. In awe of this little life, I wondered about the future and what my grape babies would become. I remember feeling a ting of disappointment when their colors weren't a deep saturated purple, but that feeling quickly vanished as I counted each bloom.
Beware of the terrible toddlers? Not mine. With each passing day they grew taller and stronger; developing their own flowery personalities. One of their favorite games was hide and seek. As their flower buds opened it was as if they squealed in delight that I had uncovered their hiding place.
I blinked and before I knew it my grape babies were temperamental teenagers. As babies they yearned for nurturing, but at this stage of life finding the right balance between over-controlling (giving them too much water) and over compensating (not watering them enough) was difficult. One moment they immediately soaked up what I had to give. Then without warning they snubbed their nose at me; inferring my stupidity for not knowing exactly when to stop. My feeling of inadequacy was at an all time high. Would I ever get it right?
After a few challenging days, my grape babies finally reached adulthood. With a solid foundation, and my ever-present nurturing, they had blossomed into fine, upstanding, beautiful flowers. A sense of pride washed over me seeing my grape babies in full bloom and having babies of their own. Yes, that's right. Overnight I became a grandma! The more the merrier, right?
With each passing day my grape babies became more frail -- their blooms withering and showing signs of aging. They were quickly approaching their twilight time.
While sadness is natural as our loved ones near end of life; in truth their golden age should be celebrated. With age comes beauty -- each wrinkled bloom having an elegance and style all their own. My grape babies had lived a full life -- even it was for just a few days.
the biggest gamble in the world.
It is the glorious life force.
It’s huge and scary – it’s an act of INFINITE OPTIMISM.
~ Gilda Radner
About Suzy2point0 Creations
Using a mouse as my paintbrush I transform photos into stylized impressions of the subject matter. The 'soul' of the photo remains the same, yet I re-invent the image by accentuating its strengths and unique qualities. Thus, creating its 2.0 version.