Midweek Muse: Shamrock
Last Monday, we took some time while the kids were with their amazing caregivers and headed to the grocery store to buy a few things for our son’s fifth birthday. We went a little crazy. Cake decor, candy eyeballs, a ten dollar balloon (I know that was a bit much) and some sparkler candles. As we walked toward the helium balloon and potted plants section, I saw something I wanted: a little shamrock plant. John puzzled at my request, but conceded. And now it sits on a table in our dining room where it gets plenty of light and lots of my doting attention.
The picture above this post is not that plant. Instead, it is one of the shamrocks I received in the weeks and days just before I gave birth to our first born son. I received three of them in 2014 and they were a big part of my last days of pregnancy and my harrowing time in the hospital and then of course they sojourned home with us: me, John, and our five pound baby boy who would change us forever.
I don’t know what you see when you spot a shamrock. Maybe you think of “good luck,” St. Patrick’s Day, green beer and shamrock shakes.
When I look at a shamrock, I think of myself in the midst of transformation; the process of becoming “mom.” I also think of God’s providence, as present with me as that cheerful plant, through some dreary days and unanticipated words about my delivery.
I won’t go into those details (this is a ‘musing’ post not a birthing one), but I wonder if others of you have simple ‘totems’ like this one? An ordinary thing that marks an extraordinary time in your life.
If you do, please share. :)