I love to go to the beach. There’s something about the ocean that draws me: the sun, the cotton candy clouds draped across the blue sky, the white-capped waves that lap against expanses of sugary sand.
I suppose that’s because I grew up in south Florida, living by turns in North Miami Beach, Davie, Fort Lauderdale, Jensen Beach, Rio and Stuart. Lazy summer beach days meant we made a picnic lunch, grabbed bathing suits and beach towels and headed out.
As I peer out my kitchen window, I see a small rosebud peeking back at me from my rose garden. I started thinking one morning, soon this bud with the help of the sun, rich dirt, my husband’s watering and nurturing, will become a beautiful bloom. As Mother’s Day approached, I felt that my two children are my two blooms.
As a parent, I think it is my duty to attend to the nurturing of these two young minds.