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Lessons in Nature

A couple months ago Chris convinced me to purchase a bag of flower bulbs at Sam's Club. I reluctantly agreed, dreading the time suck of gardening - taking care of Zara uses up so much of my energy it's hard to find the time for some of my old loves. But he promised to help with the planting, so into the cart they went. 

A few days later he was outside, digging holes, and planting those blasted bulbs. 

Weeks went by and water and sunlight worked its magic. The first bulb popped open a few days ago. And since then it has been fun to guess which one will open next and what color it will be. This morning was bulb mania - so many had popped open just from the few first rays of sunlight, they were still covered with the morning dew. Zara and I stopped to look at how perfectly formed the petals were - nature's math lessons are so beautiful. 

Nature's first perfect number...6!

Have you ever heard of a perfect number? It's a number whose divisors sum to the number itself. For instance, the number 6 can be divided by 3, 2, and 1. And when we add up 1+2+3 we get 6 again. What a great metaphor for life - a little lesson from nature - whatever divides us can make us whole again - our failures and pieces and struggles make us who we are. 

The moxie of motherhood, the effort of engineering and the drudge of diabetes all add up to make me whole - I am part of nature's lesson too.

I guess those bulbs were worth every penny, and Chris had no idea how much his kind gesture would pay off ;-)

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