In my garden I am growing children. These type of blooms take a long time to fully come to be. 18 years of cultivating. Years of fertilizing, mulching, pruning, and loving. As a mama these are the prize blooms in my garden. The only ones that matter.
We are in the latter phases of their coming to be. Less and less pruning everyday. More and more staking and loving. Such a blessing to see these beauties, these creatures of God, come to full bloom.
My love for them grows as they grow. Maybe I don’t love them more, just more fully, just differently. What is fun during these latter stages is leaning in, and spending time. Figuring out who they are with them.
It is fast and furious when they are young. Changing everyday. Learning new things everyday. In this phase, changes are slower. But, then you fix your eyes on your garden and see a man or a woman before you where a child once stood.
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