Today is IRIS DAY! There’s a day for everything, but since I love Irises, I’ll talk about this one. Yesterday I posted about wildflowers and Moms. Today I will write about Irises and the riskiest profession on earth.
I have hundreds of irises in my backyard. When I spent a week taking care of my grandma, my brother was good to go out and divide Grandma’s irises and give me a bag with all different color bulbs to plant in my own yard when I went home. Grandma died in 2010, but I still have all her irises in my yard. They haven’t blossomed this year yet (they’re super close), so these pictures are from last year.
My Irises remind me of my Grandma, the sweetest woman on earth. Irises are pretty hardy flowers; they like intermittent deep watering and lots of sunshine. I have all different kinds. The ones by my patio are a super tall variety. When the winds come through, those irises are especially susceptible to being toppled flat or snapped and broken. It crushes me when this happens, probably because I love them so much.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
This is why Motherhood is the riskiest profession on earth. When we love someone, we are vulnerable. And Mothers LOVE a lot! That’s why Mothers are prone to broken hearts more easily than others. It’s hard to see those you love—your own flesh and blood—be hurt by things/people in life. But just like Lewis says, we can’t stop loving just to keep our heart from hurting.
The winds keep coming here in Boise, and I know they might damage my tall irises. To prevent any damage, I could just go out right now and cut down all those tall stalks that are almost ready to bloom so that the wind can’t knock them down in a storm. But I’d also cut off all possibility of joy by trimming off any chance of blooms.
Love has risks. Motherhood is the most risky occupation on earth! It is also the one that has the greatest rewards! I want to thank all the hard-working, risk-taking Mothers out there for putting your heart on the line each day and loving your families. I’m grateful for my own mom. She risked her heart to 9 children that she loved with all her heart. She’s had her heart banged up and broken a bunch, but she’s tough, like my irises. A wind might knock her down, but her love just gets stronger and more powerful over time.
My irises keep multiplying year after year. The puny, spaced rows of irises are now thick and need to be divided and thinned out next year—(if you live in Boise area, come on over and take some). That’s how my Mom’s love is. Over the years it just keeps multiplying with more grandkids added to the family.
Moms are great! I hope you think your Mom is the best. I know mine is…and my mother-in-law too! She raised an amazing son that I love a lot! I love my mom. I love being a mom. And I can’t wait for the day when my own girls become moms! Happy Iris-Riskiest Profession Day today! Be good to the woman who lays her heart on the line each day for you–your Mom!