Putting Down Roots

Posted on | March 30, 2012 | 5 Comments

When J and I first moved back to Macon, I wasn’t sure how well it would all work out.  It was the same house he’d come home from the hospital to, the house where he was created, the house where my Ex and I had thought, or I had thought, we were building a life together.  But still we moved and I painted and redecorated, changing bedrooms and hanging pictures.  I even went on a crazy yard-fixing mission.  I pulled and tweaked and dug and planted and even, if you remember, laid down a mini patio.  I didn’t know if we’d survive , didn’t know if we’d face the year anniversary with smiles or still with tear-stained cheeks, wondering what went wrong.

One of the things I did in my “fixing” mode, was plant a flowering cherry tree (non-fruit bearing) in front of my house.  When I bought the tiny tree, they told me that the soil might not be right, the light and the water could be off, and in general there were a million things that could keep that little tree from growing and flourishing where I planted it. 

“Even if it survives the first winter and sprouts leaves next spring, it will be at least another year before it ever blooms,” the guy told me.  Despite his sales pitch, I brought the tree home and lovingly placed it in the center of a newly mulched area.  I watered and tended it all winter, hoping it would spring leaves when warmer weather came around.  I prepared myself for the reality of my gardening skills or lack thereof… odds were, this tree would not survive.  Odds were that it would end up like 92% of the other plants I tried to tend when we lived here previously… dried, dead, and ultimately placed in the garbage.

About three weeks ago, the tree was still totally bare, unlike almost every other cherry tree in this city.  I didn’t have the heart to really go and check it for buds of leaves, I was too scared it had died.  Instead, I just waited.  Then, without warning, the first little signs of life sprouted, cloaking the brown branches with small, soft green leaves.  I was overjoyed… my tree had survived.

When we moved here, I wasn’t sure I would survive the heartache of divorce.  I wasn’t sure that spring would find me anyway other than dried out, tired, and devoid of any signs of life.  I just wasn’t sure I would make it.  But like that little tree, I tentatively spread my roots and lovingly watered my soul with new friends and new experiences.  The fall was hard… the winter, harder.  Each new month brought a new memory, a new reminder that everything was different.  But in this sweet spring air, I have found a new bounce in my step… a new touch of life, curling out and around me like the silk green leaves of my little tree.

I think we’re kindred spirits, this tree and I. Both of us are still figuring things out, still stretching our roots to embrace bigger and better things.  Both of us reaching arms up and out to welcome new air, new light and new life.  Every new leaf that curls out of it’s shell, reminds me that I, too, am growing stronger every day.

Yesterday, when I got home from work, my tree was waiting for me, a still, rooted reminder of how far we’ve come.

There, in the small mulched corner of my yard, she stood, fully clothed in a sweet green dress of leaves.  And, from the tip top reaches of  her fingers, she waved me a welcome, tender bright pink blooms tickling the air like delicate, candy-coated diamonds; both of strong, both of us inexplicably blossoming.

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5 Responses to “Putting Down Roots”

  1. Ima Blogreader
    March 30th, 2012 @ 11:45 am

    Brought tears to my eyes…this post.

  2. Posts That Made Me Go BOOM! | Sluiter Nation
    March 31st, 2012 @ 1:00 pm

    […] Lastly, this post by Law Momma made me smile from ear to ear.  She writes so beautifully and has gotten through so much in the past year.  She deserves a big hug from the internet for this one:  Putting Down Roots. […]

  3. Bipolar Mom
    March 31st, 2012 @ 2:01 pm

    Beautiful post. I love reading about your journey. You are one strong woman.

  4. Erin margolin
    April 2nd, 2012 @ 9:55 pm

    speaking about putting down roots…if you’d ever consider guest posting for me and showing your writer roots at my place, let me know? but you are busy and have a lot going on, no pressure. would love to have you anytime.

    this was beautiful and love the personification of the tree at the end along with the photo…

    HUGS

  5. momma23monkeys
    April 2nd, 2012 @ 10:19 pm

    Amazing post…you are stronger than you knew!

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