Ever since I can remember, you
have called me your little rose. I never
really sat and thought about why until today.
There are a couple things about your relationships with roses that are
reminiscent of your relationship with me.
First, you have a beautiful rose
garden, for which you spend a great deal of time caring. The roses in your garden are all different
colors, yet they all receive your love and affection. You don’t seem to be partial to the reds or
oranges, nor the whites or pinks. They all
receive the same attention from you.
Second, you pick your roses with
care, set them all around the house, and enjoy their beauty. It is obvious that your tender touches mean
as much to them as their pulchritude means to you. They realize that you don’t care for them because
you were forced to care, but rather because it is something that you enjoy
doing. You love having them around you.
“Good morning, roses,” I hear you
say. And at the sound of your voice they
open their arms, reach to the Heavens, and rejoice. They appreciate your nurturing, as is
evidenced by their response to your lovely face and your kind words.
It makes me feel so special to
know that I am your little rose. You have
spent twenty long years watering me with your love, fertilizing me with your
wisdom, tilling my soil with your kind words of encouragement, and healing my
wounded spirit when different bugs and insects take advantage of my
dispositions. You have done these things
faithfully and they have proven to me that you care.
You appreciate me in all the
different seasons of my life and throughout the changing colors of my
buds. On days when I am happy or sad,
moody or glad, angry or overjoyed, confused, downtrodden, or hysterical, you
are there loving me unconditionally.
When I yell or fuss, worry or nag, you are there loving me
unconditionally. When I am not at my
best, not feeling too well, insecure or defensive, you are there loving me
unconditionally and in spite of my faults and mistakes. And your presence and love have meant the
world to me.
When I sit in the choir stand,
catch your eyes, and see you smile lovingly upon me, I see ever so clearly that
you are proud of me, and that makes me happy.
I get a wonderful feeling inside and my heart opens up and invites you
to relax in its most comfortable chair, where you are forever welcome. One look from you and I know that our love
will never end. I will love you for
always and you will love me until the end of time.
I hope you know that I love,
respect, admire, and appreciate you with all that is within me! You have been the best mother that anyone
could ask for! I am proud to be your
little rose, happy and contented with the care you give, and determined to
reach to the Heavens and make you proud.
With my deepest love,
Lou
(August 2002)
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