Happy Mother’s Day

Growing Together Wrapped in a Mother’s Strong and Loving Arms

“How will our children know who they are if they don’t know where they came from?”

                                                                                                        Ma in Grapes of Wrath

Once upon a time there was a little grape stem.

She was so glad to be alive.  She drank water and

Minerals from the soil and grew and grew.

  She was young and strong and could manage quite well . . .

All By Herself

But the wind was cruel, the rain was harsh, and the snow

Was not one bit understanding.  The little grape stem

Experienced pain.  She drooped, weak and suffering.

“It would be so easy to stop trying to grow, to stop trying

to live,” thought the little stem.  She felt poorly.  The winter was long, and she was weary.  But then the little stem

heard a voice.  It was another grape stem calling out to her. . .

“Here, reach out, please hold on to me.”  But the little stem hesitated.

What would this mean” she wondered.  For you see, the little

Stem had always managed quite well . . .

All By Herself

Then ever so cautiously, she reached out toward the other grape stem.  “See, I am what you need,” it said.  “Just wind your tendrils about me, and I will help you lift your head.”

And the little stem loved.  Suddenly, she could stand straight again.  The wind came  . . and the rain . . . and the snow.

But when it came, the little stem was holding to many other stems.

And although the stems were swayed by the wind. . .

And frozen by the snow, they stood strongly united to each other.

And in their quiet strength, they could smile and grow.

One day, the little stem said, “Here, hang on. . . I will help you.” And another stem reached up to the little grape stem.

And together, all the stems grew.

Leaves budded. . .flowers bloomed. . .and finally

The grapes formed.

And the grapes fed many.