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Sunday, November 1, 2015

"Bouquet"

There's nothing better than receiving a bent dandelion from a little kid.  My brothers used to give me flowers.  They toddled around the yard and yanked grass and weeds together for my little vases.  I proudly displayed these bouquets of love.

I'm going to a baby shower today.  It's a second try for the parents after a heartbreaking miscarriage, so this baby is anticipated even more than most first-time parents anticipate, hope, and fear.  This baby is one of 2 that will float in the fringes of my life in December.  Both of these babies will be adored by everyone in their worlds.  All of the parents are healthy, mature, nurturing, competent, smart, attractive... everything we want for children.  I see bent dandelions in their futures, and I feel happy for their happiness.

And I'll admit, a little loss that I'm not getting flowers anymore.  Dad died when I was a teenager and Mom worked 2nd shift.  My sisters were old enough to be mostly out of the house, and somebody had to care for the babies.

At 16, I did what I had to do, but I didn't really know what that was supposed to be.  I ate more teething pretzels than they did because I liked them.  A little spoonful of apricot for you, then you, (they're twins) then a big spoon for me because I liked that too.  They could have all the peas or chicken and rice.

I tore my hair with desperation when they wouldn't stop crying, and put them in warm laundry on top of the dryer until they finally, finally went to sleep.  It's a wonder they didn't smother in the laundry.  When my sisters breezed through to criticize about diaper rash, I suggested they could change some diapers too.  (There may have been some extreme swearing and objects thrown when they laughed and went out the door.)

I couldn't take a bath alone because the kids would run around and get in trouble so we all took baths together.  I had to go to the bathroom?  We all go.  They were potty trained really young.  Poop in the water!  Let's all gather round and congratulate each other!  Yay!  No more diaper rash!

I canned red cabbage this week and thought about how I tried to get pack those kids with vitamins.  I added carrots, apples, and raisins to the cabbage sweeten it up and they loved it.  We'd go to the grocery store and maybe I was the only one who got requests for parsnips and broccoli?

I lost Bro3 at the mall.  I lost him at the beach.  He was always running in the wrong direction.  If I chased him, Bro4 went in another direction.  They laughed to see me running unless I blew up.  Teenagers aren't really known for having it all together in the first place, and losing children is panic for anybody.

Yesterday, Bro4 met me at the lumberyard with his buddy.  We got supplies to fix my shed.  It's not the same as a bent flower, but maybe I did some things right along the way?  He's tall and strong, so I'm thinking that eating his apricots and pretzels didn't stunt his growth.  I'll call it a success and hope someday he fathers a child who picks dandelions.

14 comments:

  1. That's some sweet imagery - the toddler brothers with bent dandelion bouquets - well deserved. And another wonderful painting!

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  2. Beautiful post today Linda, both the prose and the painting. You certainly got it right...be proud of your siblings you brought up xx

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  3. Great words and mind images of your youth. Thanks for sharing.

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  4. Another enjoyable blog full of imagery and inspiration. I do so enjoy your writing and art.

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  5. Thanks everybody! It's nice to remember when the boys were sweet and innocent and life was full of flowers :)

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  6. What a great childhood memory. You paint great pictures of your past!

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    1. I figure remembering happy times makes more smile lines for when I'm really old :)

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  7. So you've been through the "I can't even go to the bathroom alone!" phase! I went through that with my kids, of course, but not with my young siblings. I do remember, though, how intense maternal feelings were activated in taking care of them.

    It sounds like you have good ideas on making tasty food to get vitamins into kids. The perennial struggle for me.

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    1. The two main secrets to making kids eat vegetables: cheese sauce or sugar :)

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  8. Linda, what a lovely story. You have been a wonderful sis. A natural one too and your brothers must and, I bet, will adore you.

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    1. I adore them too, well, maybe 3/4 of them? We hardly ever get 100% on anything :)

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  9. It sounds like you're reaping the rewards from your good deeds...And what wonderful gifts that come to those who wait! Beautiful bouquets full, both hand- picked dandelions and painted, here! :o)

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  10. May many bent dandelions come to you too!

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  11. This one probably takes us all back to our childhoods and siblings; and the flowers we picked and put up to our noses.

    Blessings to the new baby coming to your friends. This one you'll get to hold and cuddle and then give back to the parents when the crying starts. :)

    Love the image. It reminds me of a short art class that I took during the summer. I'm happy that I can now recognize technique in your flowers that was attempted to be taught to me. :)

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