A Very Happy Mother’s DaySunday, May 9th, 2010
Long ago, my own mother and I developed a tradition; I no longer remember who started it. The winters in the Midwest can be brutal, but in spring, the world comes back to life. May apples, trilliums, crocuses, and violets are the first flowers to appear.
On Mother’s Day, Mom and I would hike through the woods behind our house and search for violets. We would select the blue ones, the light lavender, and the deep purple. It was an adventure we shared, just the two of us, without my sisters. We would put some of the flowers in a vase in front of Mom’s statue of the Virgin Mary, and the others she would keep on her dresser. The tradition remains a part of our lives.
As an adult, I have sent her live violet plants, dried ones, pictures of violets, and violet-covered cards. Since I was able to see her last week, I got her an African violet as an early gift. When we are together in the spring, we go out together to look for violets. They are a symbol of the thread between us, mother and daughter. Invisible and yet so very, very strong.
Happy Mother’s Day to my mom, Magdalene, and to all of you!