The baby is in his stroller and I am sitting right next to him on a bench. In front of us is a huge tree hovering over us. The baby is looking up and giggling away. He just learned he could laugh a few days ago when his daddy was pretending he was an airplane.
I asked him, “What are you laughing at?” In the annoying talking to a baby voice. And he just laughs and giggles and he continues to look up at the tree. I look up at the tree and I tell the baby, “Is the tree talking to you?”
He continues to smile and giggle looking up at the tree.
I began to tell the baby. That’s a tree and she is very important to us. She is giving us shade from the hot sun. She is producing oxygen so we can breathe air. She is a home to the bugs and birds. Her leaves are even food to some creatures. Look at those pretty red flowers. She makes nectar from the flowers for the bees. They take the nectar and pollinate the flowers to create more flowers. Trees even make fruits for us to eat; you will be able to try some fruit soon. I promise.
He continues to smile and giggle. He starts to act like he wants out of his stroller. So I pick him up and take him closer to the tree. He touches the tree trunk and looks at me.
I say isn’t she amazing! So when you get older you have to take care of her okay? He just looks and continues to chew on his hands.
I realized at that moment. How I am like that tree. I do everything in my power to nourish my baby with love, comfort, shelter, and food. Her tree branch may break off ; or she may not have produced enough flowers for a season. She still stands grounded with her motherly energy. She doesn’t give up and die. She doesn’t’ punish herself and feel guilty. She continues to thrive to care for her children.
She is flawed just like me, and that’s okay.