Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Growing strong


My real garden journey began 18 months ago with the birth of my son. There's not a tree, shrub, perennial or herb in the world that could have prepared me for the time and attention I give this little sprout.

Like plants in my garden, he sometimes perplexes me with his unusual behavior and picky demands. Yet it is his smiling face that I seek each morning, and the comforting weight of his head on my shoulder that I cherish every night.

Time with my lad is like visiting a new garden patch each day. Nothing is ever the same as before and there are surprises around every corner.

Just as I have hopes and dreams for all that grows in my garden, so too do I for my son. I want him to be healthy, happy and successful in the plot of life. And may he always know that he is the most loved sapling I've got growing.

4 comments:

Cinj said...

What a cutie pie. That is such a joyous age and the time goes by far too quickly.

Karen said...

So sweet! Amazing how much they change in those first few years. I still can't believe my daughter's in kindergarten, where did the baby days go?! Nice post.

Jan (Thanks For 2 Day) said...

Oh he was so adorable 18 months ago, and is just as adorable now!
I totally understand your sentiments about your son...it's universal, for the most part--I guess there are a few exceptions here and there, for which I am very sad--but mom's want the best for their little ones and seek the smiles and hugs, even after they've grown:) They don't always want to share them as often after a certain age, though...so, be alert for a few changes in the future;(

Luciana Onofre said...

Your blog is amazing ;)