Pictures of the “fake” blue orchids I received on Mother’s Day. Supposedly if they ever rebloom they will flower white because they somehow must place blue dye in the soil or water or something to get them to do this. Pretty fascinating really.
I was sometimes called a “girly-girl” which I don’t get except I was very slight of frame and quiet. I didn’t wear ruffles or pink but preferred a book to sports, kittens to dogs and giggling to gossip.
I grew to love pink, ruffles and lace as I got older and I don’t mean as an old lady, but even into my 30’s I grew fond of the romantic look in clothing and decor.
Reflections are all around us daily but I’m reflecting internally about the time in my life when I actually “mothered.” I am still a mother but am no longer allowed to act like one. That sucks.