Trust
There are a few blush colored blossoms on my Tulip Poplar in the front yard and a flush of scarlet azaleas are peeking through my front window. It is rather bizarre considering it is January, but this has been a strange winter in the South. My confused blooms are at risk if a frost or snow blusters through, as it is known to do in mid-February and it will make for a much less spectacular Spring. At least my tulips and daffodils are holding back a bit, so there’s hope.
I tend to be a teeny bit overprotective according to my children, and I agree. I always feel like I am tugging one back from the edge of danger and tucking them under my wings, my older one more than my youngest. He is most like me, a little more cautious and wary than his older brother who leaps first and looks later (ruh-roh!). My boys know that I am the one freak of a mom who is actually going to call the parents of whoever’s house they are headed to for the following reasons: a. do I know the family? b. are the parents home or even aware that kids are headed over? c. are they on parole or do have any weapons on them (just kidding…kind of)?
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