What I Know About Motherhood I Learned From My Garden: My Gardener, My Mother

  Last night, while all the guys were at the Priesthood session of General Conference, the girls in my family all got together.  We were sitting around talking about food, of all things, when there came a need to change the subject.  I mentioned that I had started a blog about my garden.  I mentioned the title of the mini-series that I am working on right now, and everyone just sort of nodded their heads and said that was cool.  That was the end of me talking about my blog.  Well, later on, it started bothering me that I was attributing everything I had learned about motherhood to my garden and not to my mother.  
  Now, I am a very visual learner.  I need hands-on experience when I am learning to do something.  So, what did I do when I started feeling like I was not giving my mother the credit she deserved (even though she would just shake her head and say something like, "I don't deserve any credit.  I didn't do anything."), I started to think about my garden.  I have come the realization that it isn't necesarily my garden that is teaching me about motherhood, it is that my garden is the visual learning tool I need to learn the lessons that my mother is teaching me.
  Here is the garden analogy for this post.  Every good seed needs a gardener to help it flourish.  When I have traveled to certain places that have beautiful gardens, I have never stopped to think about the people behind the beauty, but there is always someone.  Who is behind all the beauty you might ask? The gardener! The one who spends countless hours making sure that everything is well with the plants.  Gardens (flower or vegetable) don't just happen by themselves.  They need someone to plant the seeds, pluck out the weeds, trim the branches that will produce little or no fruit or flowers, train the branches to reach the height of the trellises, and nurture the ground so that the plants have proper nourishment.  They need someone to watch over them so that animals don't destroy them and make sure they get enough water so they don't whither away and die.  
  As I have learned more and more about growing vegetables, I am convinced that my gardens would not flourish very well without me spending the long hours I do taking care of them; making sure that they are properly watered and fed as they grow; making sure that if weeds come up, I get rid of the them so that the plants are not overrun; making sure that, as they get older, I am training the stems up onto trellises to make sure that the fruit won't be in the mud; basically, making sure that they are healthy and strong so that they can withstand the the heat of the summer and still produce the bounty of vegetables that I need for preserving in the fall.  
  Children are much like little seeds.  Like I said last post, they need to be loved and nourished just like little vegetable seeds do when they are planted.  When I was little, I needed someone to take care of me even when I didn't think I needed anyone.  So who are the primary gardeners in our lives, those who raise us.  My parents were my gardeners.  There will probably be another post about how my father is one of my gardeners, but I would like to focus on my mother.  I know it isn't May, the month we all love to celebrate mothers, but I wanted to let everyone know how wonderful my mother is and how she has been a "Gardener" to me.
  I don't know what my mother expected when she welcomed me into the world.  I am pretty sure that it did not even cross her mind that she was going to be a "Gardener" to me, her new little seed.  But that is exactly what she has been for me.  She has nourished me and carefully taken care of the weeds that threatened to overtake my life.  She has made sure that I have been supported on "trellises" as I was growing so that I could grow tall and strong and not end up in the mud.  I needed that support as a child.  Without it, I would have ended up wilted in the dirt, not knowing how to reach my full potential.  She worked hard properly nourish me in the things of the Gospel so that I would grow to a be strong member of the Church.  (I'm still working on the whole "strong member of the church" thing :)  She helped me be stronger by trimming the bad offshoots that threatened to produce small or no fruit.  She has been my strength for so long.  Now that I have a little "seed" of my own, I realize just how much goes into "gardening."  
  I am pretty sure that as my mother reads this post, she will probably wonder how she accomplished all these things.  She is probably questioning if she really was this kind of mother.  I want you to know, Mom, that indeed you have been and done all these things for me.  I cherish when people say I am just like you.  I feel that is the best compliment anyone can give me.  Thank you for your life and wonderful example.  I just hope I can be as good a mother to my children as you have been to me.  Thank you for helping me to grow and thrive in this world.  Thank you for being my "Gardener" and teaching me how to "Garden."
  And, I say to all who have little "seeds" of their own, Happy Gardening.  All the effort is most definitely worth it.

Here is my Gardener :)