Growing up a tomboy

I was recently inspired by a post on Facebook about beautiful daughters.  What do tomboys and beautiful daughters have in common?  Well, I have no beautiful daughters (I do have three handsome sons and a brand new beautiful daughter-in-law though) and if you asked my mother she would say it is because I was a tomboy growing up.  She actually told me this when I had my second son. Although she had passed away before my third son was born, I am almost positive she had a good laugh then too, convinced of her theory more than ever.

I grew up in a family of six children; my poor mother gave birth to all of us within 8 years, with no multiple births either!  As the youngest girl with three brothers closer in age to me than my two sisters, it is no wonder I was a tomboy. It seemed too that most of the neighbourhood children were boys.  We always had lots of fun playing road hockey, flag football, tennis, hide and seek and more.

The fact that I was a tomboy was annoying to my mother who tried hard to get me interested in dolls, pretty dresses, jewelry, etc.  I remember being very ticked off one Christmas because my brothers got walkie-talkies and I received a ring.  I probably pouted about it for days.  I also ticked my mother off when I gave away all of my Barbie paraphernalia to the little girl down the street.  I thought it was very generous of me.

I like to think growing up a tomboy prepared me for my most important role, mother of three (very active) boys.

The tomboy, by John George Brown

 

 

 

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It’s official, I now have a daughter (in law)

My son’s wedding was this past weekend, so I have now inherited a daughter (in law).  As a mother of three sons, a daughter is very welcome in our household.

The wedding was a beautiful event that even Mother Nature saw fit to participate in. Everything, including the weather, was perfect.  Here are a few photos of my preparations for the rehearsal party BBQ and wedding pictures in our backyard…

 

 

 

I was in charge of the bouquets, boutonnieres, corsages and floral decorations at the venue…

 

 

A neighbour (thanks Libby!) dropped off a spectacular “bouquet” of purple hydrangea cupcakes. Eating them almost felt wrong, but the flower girl was willing to eat the first one, making it easier for the rest of us to dismantle the display…

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bouquet of purple hydrangea cupcakes!

 

 

With all the cool, wet weather we have had up until this weekend, many of the “shades of purple” and white themed plants in my garden were not yet in bloom in time for the bouquets, but they are today…

 

 

The day before the wedding I cut as many purple and white flowers as I could find in my and a few of my clients’ gardens (with their permission) in preparation for making 5 bouquets, 5 boutonnieres, 3 corsages and 1 crown.  The floral decorations for the venue were planted a month ago, but the center plants (predominantly ornamental grasses) had not grown as much as I had hoped either.  Water tubes purchased from a local florist allowed me to improvise by adding fresh cut purple irises, lilacs and alliums for the desired height in the arrangements.

I was desperately seeking large purple blooms for the main flowers in the bride’s bouquet because my pale purple roses and deep purple clematis were not yet in bloom.  Although I was not working in clients’ gardens last week (too busy in my own!)  I stopped by one of them to check on it.  Lo and behold there was a beautiful deep purple rhododendron in glorious full bloom.  It felt like a sign from above since although last season this client promised me I could use some of these blooms in the bouquets, she has since passed away.   I know she was smiling down proudly as everyone admired her rhododendrons at the wedding.

This morning as I cleaned up the mess I made in my basement while making the floral arrangements, I put some tiny leftover blooms in a vase on my table.  A beautiful reminder of a beautiful weekend…

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Daughter from another mother

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I am devastated this week after hearing of the sudden and unexpected death of a dear friend.  The initial shock is fading, but I am still having difficulty believing that she is gone from my life.

Although she started out as a client in my gardening business, ….. Continue reading

I’m not losing a son, I’m gaining a daughter!

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This past weekend, my eldest son proposed to his girlfriend.  As the mother of three sons, I am thrilled to welcome my first daughter!

It is difficult for a mother to remain objective when her son is dating, just as (so I have heard) it is difficult for fathers to approve of their daughters’ dating choices.  You have to learn to bite your tongue when you do not approve and only offer advice when it is requested.  You have to hope your children listen when you try to teach them that beauty is only skin deep, but what lies within is much more important.  They have to learn to follow their instincts telling them if a relationship does not feel right, it is not right, and will not last.  You can only hope and pray that your children make the right choice when choosing a mate, and celebrate when they do!

This happy couple have known each other for years, having curled together since they were “little rockers”, close to twenty years ago.  Even though they both dated other people over the years, their friendship, love of curling and the ever-popular social media have kept them connected.  We have no doubt they are ideally matched and are very excited to encourage them in this next step of their lives.

Experts agree that boys that are close to, respectful of, and good to their mothers will make great husbands.  I am fortunate to have three kind, considerate, respectful, compassionate, not to mention handsome, sons that will make great husbands and fathers.  Of course, I am a bit biased…

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