Skip to main content

Wildflowers

Lauren came in from the outdoors with a handful of wildflowers. Strands of dark hair escaped her braid and curled around her rosy cheeks. Exquisite. She and the wildflowers. She found a slender vase and arranged the blossoms. They bring springtime beauty to the kitchen.

I’ve arrived at the place where torch is passed from mother to daughter. Lauren grows more beautiful each day. Tall, straight and willowy. Her peaches and cream complexion and long dark lashes unspoiled by time or cosmetics. I watch her become what I have been, with wonder, and regret.

The flowers on the kitchen table are lovely, but not like yesterday. They droop a bit and their colors are muted and I see myself in their fading. I look in the mirror and note the handiwork of Time, an unhurried, deliberate, cruel artist. I fight back with colors and creams and while they ease his harsh etching, they do not erase. Time is relentless and he will remain industrious until he claims the whole of me. For this I mourn. I know that on the other side of glory, I will be made whole and new and more wondrous than I have ever been, but still, I am a short-sighted creature. Like Lot’s wife, I look back and remember and grasp for what was.

Comments

That was beautifully written! Time flies doesn't it? Thanks too for putting your homeschool stuff on the sidebar-I am going to look into that Miquon Math because I am looking for a solid 1st grade curriculum.
Much love,
Angela
Alyson said…
We love Starfall.com here as well. This year we were given the workbook that comes free and Lara just loves it!!

I need to buy some Cuisenaire rods. I've heard so many people speak highly of them.

As for the faded flower part....I feel that as well.
e-Mom said…
Oh, convicting! We shouldn't look back, should we? Lovely writing.

BTW, Just a quick note to let you know that you've won an award.

When you get a chance, please drop by Chrysalis for the details.

Have a wonderful weekend!

e-Mom @ Chrysalis
Oh, this brought tears. First because I'm thinking of Lauren as the make-up artist in "American Ideal" and trying to imagine her taller and "grown up"! Time goes by so fast. Second because I'm so guilty of thinking or dwelling on the past..good and bad.

You have really made me think here!!
Christine said…
Hopefully she will not anytime soon feel the need to paint herself, finding instead her beauty in Christ. I wish I had that sense growing up, but I guess I would have had to have been shown it to believe it...

And I was just analyzing my newly acquired "fine lines"...fading flower here, too.

:)
Heather C said…
What a gift you have! Beautiful piece on the hands of time. Always busy, aren't they? I hear ya... but still, I think you are beautiful - inside AND out. :)

Heather
Mary@notbefore7 said…
Beautifully written, though sad at the same time. Time passes and it takes its toll. Yes, we can cling to the future that is to come in Him! Praise God.
Faith said…
What a beautiful, and true, post.

Popular posts from this blog

Spelling Wisdom

One day while skipping around the internet, I came across these:




And when I clicked on the sample, I knew we had to change spelling curriculums. Again. Goodbye Spelling Power and MacMillan and Sequential Spelling! We've found our true love.

The problem with the afore mentioned curricula is sheer boredom. Memorizing lists of words is mind numbing and as my children don't like their school work to lull them to sleep, they often push spelling to the side in favor of more exciting lessons.

When I found Spelling Wisdom, I realized what has been missing: an idea, something to engage the mind so that learning the difference between than and then occurs almost incidentally.

Sandra Shaffer uses the writings of famous men and women (Helen Keller, Beethoven, Winston Churchill...), Bible passages and quotes from quality literature...poems and novels (Robinson Crusoe, The Five Little Peppers and How They Grew, All the World's a Stage...) to teach more than six thousand frequently used word…

Rain

My sister-in-law lugs a heavy bucket of water around her herb garden, gives each plant a long sip. "It's been three weeks since we've had rain," she sighs looking out over the dusty vegetable garden and the shriveled brown grass in the pasture beyond. We help my brother pick beans and pull the weeds around them. The dry ground pulls back and some of the weeds snap off above the roots. We give up in the strawberry plants, sit on the porch, listen to the dogs pant.

We travel home in an air conditioned bubble. The whole length of the Shenandoah valley is crispy brown, the corn stunted. We pull into our Amish county driveway, greener here but the grass is short and the air hot. We breathe shallow breaths, unpack, crank the air conditioning. No rain in the forecast, three weeks and counting.

Saturday there will be a wedding, an outdoor wedding, and finally rain threatens. Stuart is on the phone with the bride. "Pray that the rain holds off," she says. Saturday w…

Until Death...

Kindred spirits, Anne would call them.  Two who complete each other, two who are better...best together,  soul mates one cannot imagine apart.  I can count the kindred marriages I know on a couple of fingers and after last week, that count is down by one.

"You look so happy," Dave says as Stuart and I stand awkward and wordless before him.  I bend down to wrap my arms around him and wonder, Where is the good in this?  Where? A week before we bumped into Dave and his wife, Deb, down at the Famous Brands.  Deb glowed with good health and good news and for the remainder of the day we basked in the unexpected good fortune of meeting these old friends.  And now there is Dave minus Deb.  How can this be?
"It is one of the mysteries of our nature that a man, all unprepared, can receive a thunder-stroke like that and live."  Mark Twain's Own Autobiography
"You look so happy." We do not look happy but somehow this remark makes sense because Dave has loved with …