rain, flood and hopes
When I was little our front yard sloped down to create a small ditch with the neighbor’s sloped yard. Each time it rained, the ditch would fill with water. My sister and I would wait for the storm to pass and we’d run outside to enjoy our very own slip-n-slide.
These days I get to watch my kids anxiously wait for the thunder and lightning to end so they can run out to their own slip-n-slide.
Mother’s Day 2015
Our yard wasn’t wet enough for us, so we headed to the lake. Really, I just wanted a little getaway for Mother’s Day. The rain has been falling hard. The lake was extra high, so the kids made the most of the flooded ‘beach’ area. I should say, 4 of the kids enjoyed the frigid water. The other was smart like her mom.
Picnic table in a flooded lake = Okie surfing.
I’m not sure you could pay me to get in dirty, cold Oklahoma lake water. I know what swims in that water. This kid…he knows and doesn’t care.
Mother’s Day each year. Prayers & hopes for the one that felt her first kicks and heard her first cries. 
I keep a journal – a letter written each Mother’s Day and copies of pictures of this tradition. Maybe it is just for me. Maybe it will be something that my daughter will want to share with me one day. Maybe it will be something that the three of us will share. I don’t know what my daughter will want – and her story is her story. I do know that every Mother’s Day I think of the one that knew my daughter before I did and I have so many prayers and hopes for her. So much I would like to tell her. Maybe someday.
