Pride and Preciousness
My mother loved plants. In every corner of her house, there were pots with plants of all sizes and colors.
The tiny, little coffee plant was the perfect birthday present for her. It immediately became her favorite. She spoon-fed it with water, fertilized it, studied its progress daily while quietly talking to it.
A few years later she called me. “The plant you gave me?” she whispered. “Can you imagine? Today, she has two beautiful, small, white berries!”
Her voice revealed her excitement. I could almost hear her thoughts, “My baby has grown up! I’m going to be a grandmother!”