a rose with fragrance...

Ok... hello :)

welcome...to my world...

Not too many days ago, i had a small procedure done at our GP's consulting rooms...

i was nervous and things were taking their sweet time to go my way...

i glanced around the waiting room...wondering as i did so if i looked as nervous as i felt ...

my eye was drawn to the vase of beautiful...full... deep red roses on a table in the far corner of the room...

they were a sight to behold...the kind of red so dark they almost appeared to be black...
velvety crimson petals begged to be touched...

I just had to get closer...

 i leaned over to breathe in their fragrance...

i got my nose right in there...

and...

nothing 

i was so disappointed  :(

no really...it was almost a shock...

how could something so pretty...a perfect rose in every other way...

have absolutely no smell...
none...

Fast forward a week and a bit...

my teens and i were chatting...

that's how i teach them...i talk and talk...a lot...

about everything...and anything under the sun...

i have long since learned that no topic and i mean NO topic is a... no-no

if u reading this and only have little ones now...u will still come to see what i mean.


The topic was a tough one that day...

and

As we spoke i remembered the roses...

Motherhood is a bit like a rosebush...

we bud into womanhood...and

we bloom into motherhood...

Sometimes even the 'best' mothers blossoms will wilt...

shrivel up... and even fall...if she happens to lose her focus...
either that or just because motherhood is probably the toughest of all the hoods :) 

mothers r only human after all...

but God allows for this...

new buds and new flowers...
second chances... third ones too...

thorns and breathtaking beauty... that's motherhood for you...

All i do know is...

i NEED my kids to know i am all-in-for-them...

all 3 of them in equal measure...all at the same time even...
on the calm blue sky days and on stormy days when i can feel the thunder... 

Please Lord...

I want ALWAYS... to mother like...

a  rose with a fragrance...

And may my 'mothering rosebush'...
 always have new buds and more blossoms than i'll ever need.

In Jesus name.

amen.