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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Vines (11/21/05)

TITLE: A Pinch of This Grows A Vine of That
By Wendy Stewart-Hamilton


My mom and daughter huddle over a pinch of green. Their smiles are bright, their fingers are nimble and in my heart I know I am watching artists.

You see, between their green thumbs they have a cutting of a vine.

This cutting was acquired through the persuasive efforts of big blue eyes and the soft little voice of a six year old. “Please sir, may I have some more”, or something along those lines, had the apron-clad strapping, strong, six foot tall sales guy reach to the highest plant on the tallest metal tower to produce a pinch worthy of such a princess.

As mom and granddaughter decide on the cup in which to place their cutting in just the right amount of water and in just the right position and patch of sunshine in which to grow their little pinch of a plant, I am jealous.

The only green thumb I have possessed has been the one acquired after a day spent painting my living room walls a soothing sage color.

As I watch them, I feel the emotions begin to strangle me as they wrap tighter and tighter in my thoughts. Only then did I realize that I am capable of growing something.

I am capable of growing envious, discontent and disheartened.

I laugh out loud at this humbling revelation, causing my green thumb predecessor and her half-grown successor to look over at me. I shrug my shoulders, shake my head and hold up a hand that simply means “don’t ask, it will make your head hurt if you do” and they, familiar with my eccentric writer’s outbursts of laughter at internal thoughts, go back to their grooming of greenery.

I watch them. Glad that I have the opportunity to observe as my Mom cultivates my daughter. There are so many grandparents that do not have the time or desire to leave this kind of legacy in their grandchildren. I am fortunate.

I think of them. Glad that I have the opportunity to be a mom and have a mom and experience both at the same time. There are so many women that are missing or have missed one or more of these opportunities. I am blessed.

I pray for them. Glad that God gave me parents, my mom especially, who weeded my garden as a child and who cares enough about character to live it in her own life and expect it from mine. This is not always the case in every family. I am honored.

With each happy thought I feel the vine that was choking my enjoyment of this multi-generational moment, break loose and change into something green, beautiful, and growing.

You see, God did not give me a green thumb, but he gave me a green mind that is always seeking to grow in knowledge and wisdom of Him. Every day He takes everyday events and makes them extra special and more inspiring to me beyond what I could ask or think.

My eyes look past the cutting of this moment to others that are flourishing nearby. In clear glasses I see how their roots have grown and how they are waiting to be transplanted into the fertile soil close at hand.

I look to my mom and daughter and I see in my daughter more memories that also have roots growing. I wonder if it will be her child or grandchild that will learn about how with just a little time and attention a pinch of this grows a vine of that.

This moment is such a treasure, that all I can think to do is look wide-eyed to Heaven and say “Please, Sir, May I Have Some More?”

For I will pour water on the thirsty land,
and streams on the dry ground;
I will pour out my Spirit on your offspring,
and my blessing on your descendants.
They will spring up like grass in a meadow,
like poplar trees by flowing streams.

Isaiah 44:3 & 4 NIV

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Marilyn Schnepp 11/29/05
A nice, warm hearted story - and a writer who knows she is blessed with both mother and daughter at her side. A little vine of envy comes to this reader...as she is not that blessed. (smile) Very well written.
Betsy Markman11/29/05
Very nice. Touching without being sappy at all. My grandmother was a wonderful, godly woman whom I dearly loved. She's been gone almost 10 years now, and I miss her. My kids' grandmother lives half a continent away (the other died before they could ever know her.) It is wonderful how you appreciate what you have, and are able to express it so well.
Anita Neuman11/30/05
I love this entry so much! Definitely one of my faves this week (and I've read a LOT of them!). "...cares enough about character to live it in her own life and expect it from mine" - this sentence is priceless to me. The whole thing is priceless. I can relate to all of it, and I'm so glad you've put it into words.
Helga Doermer11/30/05
"God did not give me a green thumb, but he gave me a green mind." Love this line. It is one that I can use whenever I look at my dying plants. Like you, I am a loss at plants, but the learning, reading, growing is very much a part of me.
Venice Kichura12/02/05
This is was so real & straight from the heart! I can relate to not having a "green thumb", too.