Weird stuff happens to all of us. No matter what your belief system, occasionally something happens that makes you say “Huh?”
My daughter called to say that she had a story for me that I should use in a blog. Her story reminded me of a closely related story. They both originate with the same event – the birth of her first child and my first grandchild.
While in the hospital, the new mother received a houseplant as a gift from a friend. I thought that this was a strange new-baby gift. Daughter nurtured this plant for many years. She had begun to believe that the health of the plant and the health of her first-born were entwined. Keep in mind that my daughter likes her garden, but houseplants are not high on her list of favorite things. This one plant grew and stayed healthy as she cared for it, her first-born and the subsequent children. I had not remembered about this plant until this afternoon when my daughter called to say that it was no longer viable. She was upset but was consoled by her husband who pointed out that the baby in question, was no longer a baby. He is a tall, strong, intelligent, kind, healthy adult capable of being on his own. Perhaps this is the plant’s way of telling her that she has done a good job and can relax.
The related story? Go back again to when this precious gift was born. Grandma stayed for quite a few days to help the new parents. On the day before I went home, they asked if I minded if they both went out for just 1-2 hours. Mother was nursing baby, so their free time was restricted. When they came home, I learned that they had wanted to get a thank-you present for me. All of the Grandmas out there know that no gift was necessary. Being asked to stay with them and help with the baby was a huge gift in itself. However, I happily accepted the cute collectable figurine of a grandma bunny (ala Beatrix Potter) reading to a cuddly bunch of baby bunnies. Some of the babies were sleeping, some were on her lap, and some were peeking over her shoulder. It is adorable and is always on display. Here’s the weird part. There are seven bunnies gathered about Grandma and I have seven grandchildren!