Morning Flowers

Every morning I receive a photograph from my mother with the simple words "Good Morning". Two simple words can start someone's day in a miraculous way. Nothing more, nothing less. Just an old fashioned humbled way to greet someone in the morning. 

Our world now is so full of animosity and anger towards each other. I feel like a child from another era. Raised in another country. Traveled the world. Society is much more polite. Europeans well mannered. Vulgarity is considered inappropriate in any manner. It's disgraceful. I pray each day my children get to see the world for what it truly is. 

The difference in the classless. This isn't about being better than someone else. It's about being a child of the world. A European child raised with etiquette. 

Blooming Daisies from her garden.

 Pink Azaleas so vibrantly blooming.

White Azaleas clean and pure.

Bright purple Petunias

If only I could smell the fragrant ice burg white roses. 

A delicate shade of pink roses. 

A yellow rose trellis reminds me of an English garden. 

Matilda is always there to greet you. 

The lush and natural peaceful space.

Hydrangeas.

My love for roses she knows so well, a red rose tree in bloom. Sometimes it isn't the words spoken or the time spent. As a European child I prefer the simple things like a cup of tea, learning to crochet, a visit with an elder, learning recipes passed down from an elder, honor, respect, integrity, politeness, staying away from classlessness, an education, and most of all a worldly mentality. 

I am blessed to have been raised with an abundant amount of culture and diversity. My children have a mother and family to teach them about it through the elder generations and myself. We are a multicultural family. My children are not raised only American from one community. They know their Canadian, European, Singaporean side, as well as their Latin decent. They will be raised to know all cultures. I'm proud to say they know the difference through education what separates them and through continuing their education, society will continue to separate them. They will travel more and more as they grow older. They will not be narrow minded. Life is too beautiful to not see as much as possible. My parents gave me the gift of an education and seeing the world. 

Some may call me all sorts of uneducated names, but that doesn't bother me. I love being who I am, raised where I was, attending international schools, with European friends who are still my friend until this day. I may have chosen to marry out of love and not wealth. I have beautiful children because of it. They are all unique in their features. I have been blessed with smart children and even though I have a beautiful Type 1 Diabetic child, he is a prodigy. 

Mother was right about one thing, not everyone is who you were raised around. It took me almost 40 years to realize. You can't be taught class, you either were raised with it or you weren't. 

 

I have learned to enjoy the simple things in life... My children, my family, my true friends, and Mother's morning flowers. 

This will always be home.