Joey’s grandmother, MawMaw Mayeaux, could grow a magnificent rose garden in the middle of the Sahara given half a chance. Her garden and yard were a sight to behold and everything she touched seemed to bloom larger and brighter than anyone else’s garden. When Joey and I built our house, she gave us two roses from her yard. These roses were old stock and bloomed beautifully the first year, then one died. The second one limped along for a few years before finally succumbing and withering away around 2007. We were really sad as MawMaw was gone and the rose bush was a little reminder of her.
This winter has been so absolutely horrid. We, the people of south Louisiana, do not like freezing weather, ice, snow, and general yuckiness. Spring has finally sprung and our plants are blooming, the spring air calls us for long walks. My legs are happy to feel the sun.
A few weekends ago I was out front in our yard clearing out winter’s marks of death, when suddenly I saw the strangest thing. I ran across the ground cover and fell down on my knees to examine this crazy and very unexpected thing. There in the midst of the daylilies and groundcover was MawMaw’s rosebush pushing up through the dirt! This plant has been dead for 7 years!
Seven years dead and the longest, coldest winter I can remember has awoken a beautiful inheritance. Often we feel like we are in the midst of winter in our lives. We only see the death of things. There is no sunlight. Everything seems cold and lifeless. We are angry as we have planted and nurtured to find death.
I find this a wonderful Easter message this year. Imagine the disciples and their hearts as they realized the cross was death to their dreams. Things are not always what they seem. What is dead resurrects to a glorious new beginning.
Have hope! We will never know how the seeds we plant and nurture may blossom years after we are no longer involved. I challenge each of us to love the most difficult child, to plant with great expectations, and to have faith that even when we do not see, our efforts are not in vain.
MawMaw cultivated a strong stock of roses, but also a strong stock of family. We reap the benefits years after she has left us. Let us be educators with the same mindsets and hearts. Do not dwell on our crosses, instead believe in miracles and have faith!
I am a teacher, which in a single word, sums up my passions and my belief in the future.