It seemed fitting, the idea of celebrating my mom’s birthday by being outdoors.
We’d planned a family trip to Meadowlark Gardens, a place that Mom enjoyed. But the day turned out to be chilly and windy, and we were afraid that the kids–especially the one with an aversion to socks, coats, and closed-toed shoes–would fuss so much that we’d end up leaving after a few minutes and regret paying admission.
So we headed to “Mom’s Park” instead.
Of course when we arrived those cold children headed straight for the pond.
We had a nice walk. Although I wouldn’t have predicted it beforehand, it felt right being there with my family, and hearing their stories about Mom and the place, such as
planting cat tails with our church’s youth mission camp, and
my brother constructing these life preserver rings for his Eagle Scout project, and
how Mom talked about the resident foxes loving persimmons.
If you’ve read much of my blog, you’ll know I’m at Claude Moore Park all the time, so I hadn’t realized how seldom my brother and sister-in-law go. This was the first time they’d experienced the Discovery Grove; a place that was so special to Mom, a labor of love into which she poured her years of experience with and passion for teaching children about nature. I’m glad they got to see what she’d created.
Life will never be the same for us with her gone, and all of these firsts will be hard, but I think she would have been glad for us to spend her birthday together in the park she loved and cared for so well.
Happy Birthday, Mom.