Tulips, Daffodils and Tigers

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Last year when the tulips bloomed, Baby Girl picked them all for me. All at once, happy as can be, she picked them and gave them to me and I decided to be thankful for them. We had a chat, though, about how next year, when the tulips came back, we would pick some of the tulips. Some.

So, a few days ago, after being outside for a few minutes, Baby Girl came storming back into the house, jumping up and down and screaming, "Mommy!!!!! The tulips are blooming, the tulips are blooming!!! I can pick some of them for you! Just some."

I said, well, let me at least take a picture first while the flowers are still in the garden. I had a sneaking suspicion that there might not be any left when she was done.

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When I was done, she picked the flowers while I went inside, and then she brought them to me, hidden behind her back, for a surprise. We put them in water and admired them here and there in the house, appreciating how pretty they are together.

Of course, I'm sure you've already figured out, she picked them all. I'm okay with that. It's becoming a family tradition. I think I may plant more this fall, just to give her more fun next Spring.

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Meanwhile, I mentioned to the children that I would be telling this story today, the story of Baby Girl and the tulips, and Baby Girl told me, "Mommy. You can't call me that anymore. I'm not a baby any more."

She is so right, my little 4 1/2 year old girl.

We decided to choose a new name for her, and she chose Daffodil.

My son, who was formerly called Rocket Boy, said that he wanted a new name too, being 10 1/2 and having definitely outgrown his previous moniker. For himself he chose Tiger.

So, dear readers, from now on, Daffodil and Tiger will be the ones accompanying Mr. Magpie and I on our little journey together.

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I am going to be 45 next week, and that puts me out of sync with many people my age whose children are already grown. But I believe everything works out for the best, and I am sure I am a better mother now than I would have been 20 years ago. I certainly appreciate them more for having waited so long to have them.

Also, I think there's something about celebrating the life of a lost loved one that really puts things into perspective. When we celebrated my Dad's life last fall, my brother and I made a video tribute that showed photos spanning his nearly 72 years, and the thing that really startled me was how little of that life had children in it! I mean, of course, we are there throughout, but the part with kids living at home? Such a tiny little part of life. A blip! It doesn't feel that way when you are in the middle of it, and I certainly haven't felt that way in the middle of it, but then here was a giant, technicolor reminder of how small a slice of life this is, life with these amazing creatures that live here with me. It made me abundantly thankful for my little family.

Do you have children? Are they all grown up?

 ~Angela :-)

~Angela :-)

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StoriesAngela2014, 2014-04