A Mother's Day Tree
I must have been about ten years old the year that I gave Mama a tree for Mother's Day. And by give, I mean, of course, that my father likely picked out and paid for the silver maple that he and I then planted in the back yard in view of the kitchen window where my mother spent so much of her days. That tree was not much more than a sapling - barely taller than myself once we had it buried in the ground. Still, the pictures we took that day show my mother beaming proudly beside that freshly planted tree.
That tiny tree grew slowly at first and then blossomed into the wonderful shade tree we had hoped for. Almost thirty years later, it still stands there in view of the kitchen window - only now it is my sister and her family's home. That tree has shaded many an outdoor family gathering and picnic, served as home base to quite a few games of tag, provided relief from the summer sun for folks as they shucked corn, snapped beans, and shelled peas, and held up several swings for all my mother's grandchildren (and their parents) to enjoy. Looking back at those old pictures, it is amazing how such a small thing planted with a measure of hope on a Mother's Day long ago could become such a central point in the lives of generations of a family.
What seeds and small trees are we planting today with hope for a beautiful tomorrow? May God bless and sustain them into fruition!
In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
- Hymn of Promise, Natalie Sleeth
Blessings on the journey, Jim
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