It is hard enough trying to get three boys to cooperate with
anything I propose, namely brushing their teeth and peeing
Yet when the universe throws me a defiant tree?
I'm ready to lose it.
Every year. EVERY YEAR this happens.
My neighbors, in the midst of mild fall temperatures, complete
all their leaf raking by mid-November because their trees are smart
and cooperative. This allows them to bag everything up and head
inside for some warm apple cider. Why just have a look:
My tree? Not so much. It's drunk and spiteful. It waits until
the temperatures drop into the teens before granting me a single
leaf. I have tried shaking it. Throwing rocks at it. I call it
names. Yet my tree will look like this until the first
I know I'm supposed to learn something from this. Something
about respecting individual temperaments of every human being.
Perhaps this is about accepting things the way they are. Embracing
those who march to the beat of their own drum even.
But in the meantime, I've got a tree for sale.
Marianne is mother of three sons and the wife of a southside Irish fireman. She has learned that sometimes you're just too dumb to know what makes you happy. She blogs regularly at We Band of Mothers (webandofmothers.com) and curses with even greater frequency. Her material is written for the imperfect, the imprudent, and the impatient mothers who know that all this stuff is really very funny if you just give it a minute.
See more of Marianne's stories here.
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