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Welcome to The Bean Scoop!
Spring.
In the northern hemisphere we're just getting into it.
A time of renewal and fresh starts; a time when we become
acutely aware of nature. I mean, how the hell do trees
know when to make those little oragami-folded buds anyway?
And why do furry spider eggs under the deck burst open
at just the right time? And, how are babies made anyway?
Okay, so I know that much. But really how are babies made?
It's a frickin' miracle.
Spring is a good time for changing your outlook. Much
better than January when you make resolutions and then
face three dreary months locked indoors cozying up to
the shit you decided to quit – like food or cigarettes
or nasty internet sites. Mostly you're too damned depressed
to have even a modicum of will power. But, Spring makes
all things seem possible. Streams are rising, seeds are
bulging open, and throughout the forest, animals are birthing
in soft enclosures of bush and leaves.
A doe bursts forth from the womb ready to further take
advantage of his mother before she even recovers from
labour. 'Get this afterbirth offa me. Clean me up. Provide
milk. Help me walk. I know I'm wobbly. Don't laugh.' And
she never does – just smiles encouragingly, lovingly,
motherly. All the while clenching her back teeth at the
pain of her uterus contracting back to normal size.
Which reminds me. Even if you had a terrible mother –
the least she did for you was that. Endure the pain of
birth. And nine months or so of pregnancy. (Don't even
get me started.)
I know having a baby doesn't always guarantee that a woman
will embrace maternal ideals like compassion or selflessness.
She might not have even done the basics for you, like
wipe your three-year-old nose when you had a cold and
snot was dripping into your chef-boyardee.
But, whether your mom's at home making eyelet curtains
and thinking about getting her Christmas cakes started
or detoxing for the fifth time this year on the floor
of her apartment, I'm sure she could use a coffee.
And speaking of parents. How's your dad? Is he a deadbeat
or your golfing partner? Is he of 'no fixed address' or
out in the shed tying a new fly for his fishing hat. Whatever
kind, if you can locate him, I know he wants to have a
coffee with you
So don't forget NOT to forget your parents this year.
May 13 is Mothers' Day and June 17 is Fathers' Day. Get
them a decent cup of coffee,
make them a cake, read
them a poem, buy them
a cd, talk to them.
Diane
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