Blossoming – I am woman
Some months ago my mom was attempting to do what my mom does best. I always appreciate the woman immensely, therefore I always let her do what she does best, to me, even if is over the phone.
Women, are like flowers: they are meant to blossom, one way or another, with help or on their own. You just have to find out how.
It took some time to understand what she meant, and why that was supposed to be important to me. I am people, and last I checked, last night, actually, I am woman, and following my mom´s prediction, I did/will blossom.
A woman may blossom just once during a lifetime, maybe twice, maybe ten times, maybe none. I don´t believe a woman dies without blossom at least once -but I am not 100% sure.
My mom is 74 years old, and she has blossomed just once. It began one Wednesday, when she was 17 and my dad stole her from her prospect boyfriend. She has been blossoming for 58 years now, with my dad, and
probably I am sure she wont stop blossoming until she dies.
With help or on their own, said my mother, and it made me think if the flowers that need help to blossom, are those flowers that grow at home, under the safety of a warm window and the voice of somebody taking care of them. In that case, the flowers that they do it on their own must be all those wild flowers growing on the fields, wild, in packs, strong… I wonder where I do belong, which group, taken by a desire of belonging somewhere, or someone -and despite part of me envies the house flowers -their security, their safety, I am not torn into neither of these ones or the other ones…
The answer strikes me this morning, when on my way to work. I stop short on the sidewalk where some color catches my eye: a little flower, pushing through cracks, pushing its way to stand to diversity on her own individuality, blossoming without planning: This is me.
I am still unsure if I have bloomed and I don’t even remember (my mom says no) or if I am about to bloom sometime in some future. What I know is that I just have to pray that nobody will crush me or even worst, that no dog will pee on me.