The Botanical Gardens
>> Friday, April 23, 2010
When I was younger my mother never went on trips with me or came to see me in my starring
roles. To miss a day of work meant having a roof over our heads but nothing to eat for a week. For my children I go once in a while on their trips as I thought in comparative to my life, this was a whole lot. One day my son said why don't we go on trips with him? I dared not mention that I have been but looked at the fact that he was getting old enough to express his needs. It dawned on me that I had become conditioned from my past and brought it into my new family. Also there are two of us (Divide and Conquer), my husband can go when I am unable to go. So we set the stage for going to both son's trips because of course the younger one got word and decided to advocate for himself as well. Now we are regulars missing a few here and there, but they are much happier. This trip was with my oldest son to Botanical Gardens in New York City. We saw woods and creeks; waterfalls and fields, and the most beautiful flowers. The yellow ones are my wallpaper on
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