Recently my mother and I were at local shop in my home town. My mother proudly introduced me to the store keeper. “This is my daughter, the wonderful mother of my eleven grandchildren” Her friend tried to offer my mother due credit as the inspiration of my success, however my mothers heartbreaking reply continues to ring loud in my ears.” Oh no I can’t take any credit, this poor thing grew up like a weed” I couldn’t believe my mother was calling me a weed; however soon realized it was the label fit.
Growing up my mother worked full time while going to school earning her masters. In the seventies this was not common. She was always so very busy. I then, busied myself trying to figure out why other homes seemed far greener on the inside.
Accepting my new found title, I am now busy noticing weeds are growing everywhere. Too many homes are struggling with mothers at work, several as the sole provider, and children find themselves unaccompanied and in jeopardy. My mother’s friend was absolutely correctly affirming my mom’s positive influence in my life. It was her constant prayers that coated my roots, protecting me from the exposure of toxins weeds can so quickly absorb.
Today’s generation’s soil however, is so contaminated that even protected roots are not safe. If the safety levels in the dirt were measured by a mother’s love rather than her availability, there would be no dangers. Weeds would be sheltered everywhere. Instead the weeds in our day are ever more vulnerable and at hazardous risk. As in any unkempt lawn untamed weeds are spreading with like wildfire. At first impulse many may feel the need to pull out and discard any weeds, eliminating the threat of an invasion. With repeated application of love however, I am certain our infested earth can be cleansed.
This compromised soil needs to be turned over and transformed. My fellow weeds deserve the finest of loam, Every weed must be nurtured and protected. By cultivating these potential perennial pests they will be able to grow into fruitful and beautiful fields of hope. Together we should fertilize our future gardens so they may be capable to sustain all challenging seasons and all mothers will be proud.
