One: Gifts

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Studio time, making progresss

Yesterday my daughter spoiled me with an early Mothers’ Day present. Now, on the list of love languages, gifts are really at the bottom for me. At my stage, of life accumulating things is not a high priority. Her gift, however, rates as spectacular.

Changes in metabolism

As I watched her clean one car after another, I considered the changes in my metabolism. Cleaning one car in one day is manageable, not two. After lunch she mowed the lawn, did the trimming and finished off with cleaning the house. My age is definitely showing.

Changes in priorities

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Featuring potato tower and compost pile

On the other hand, maybe my priorities have changed as well as my metabolism. My family has encouraged me to plunge full-time into the art world for years. So I am taking them at their word. I spent the morning in the studio, the afternoon planting the garden. And I was ready to sit down, thankful for leftovers for supper.

Changes in life style

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Our relaxing spot

Today I receive gifts from my husband as well. He really has a hard time to accept certain changes. In another lifetime gathering the kids around to celebrate was easy. Mothers’ Day has become increasingly more difficult with children becoming parents and wanting to celebrate their own mothers. Grandmothers on both sides and sometimes more than one or two becomes  a juggling act. In the end, I appreciate his efforts. He will be cooking supper today, not something he enjoys. In conclusion, I am loved.

More gifts

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Another Mothers’ Day gift follows on my birthday present. We will be putting up the mosquito shelter today. While last night was spectacular sitting out under the trees and watching the crow unplant the garden, the bugs will soon be around in abundance as usual. I think constructing the shelter is the last of the gifts from my husband and daughter.

Gifts to treasure

Finally, my son in Montreal phoned this morning bright and early to wish me a happy Mothers’ Day. I expect I will receive a couple more calls. These are the kinds of gifts I appreciate. They go straight into my heart where I can keep them forever. Happy Mothers’ Day to everyone.

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