The other day my tulips started to bloom. We have had a super cold winter and the tulips have had a rather pathetic showing this year. As we pulled out of the driveway for church this morning, I saw four yellow tulip blooms standing amongst their less mature and vibrant neighbors. Did I appreciate the blooms? No. I sighed and said to Garry, "Man, the tulips are so disappointing." I could only see the plants that haven't flowered yet and the bare spots of dirt where dormant bulbs never broke the surface.
And so today, on Mother's Day, I am seeing the good in my life. I am expressing my gratitude for the opportunity to be a mother. It's an opportunity I didn't always know I would have, and a role I haven't always appreciated. It is an experience that has tested me, refined me, shaped me, and taught me more than I ever expected. Being a mother is a gift and a blessing and a humbling responsibility. To my children, Zachary Todd, Tyler James, Gavin Drew, Alexis Paige, and sweet Baby Girl: I love you. To Garry and to God: Thank you for giving these precious souls to me, albeit for just a short time, that we may learn and grow and blossom together.