The Day I Got 5 More Minutes with My Mom

This may sound like a strange statement to make. This might seem random and not a big deal if you don’t know me. And if you do know me, then you’d know this is a complete impossibility.

Bear with me here —

My mom passed away when I was in high school. She battled a prolonged illness that I didn’t know much about at the time. And being a teenager, let’s face it — I didn’t care to know the details.

I just knew things in our family were different. My mom couldn’t do what other mothers could do with their kids for as far back as I could remember. It was just a fact of life.

Other kids had moms who could take them to the park, monkey around on the jungle gym, play dress-up or have dance parties. My mom couldn’t do any of those things.

On her best days, she could walk slowly while holding onto the walls. But, as her disease progressed, she became wheelchair-bound. And eventually, she became fully immobilized, 100% bedridden.

She died when I was a high school senior while taking my SATs. But a short time ago, I was granted five more minutes with her. And it was amazing.

Let me back up.

Several months ago, when the New England soil was beginning to thaw from a frigid winter, I planted some seeds in the ground.
More specifically, I planted butterfly weed — Asclepias tuberosa:

 

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Background: Asclepias tuberosa

According to Wikipedia, asclepias tuberosa is “commonly known as butterfly weed because of the butterflies attracted to the plant by its color and its copious production of nectar.

It is also the larval food plant of the queen and monarch butterflies. Hummingbirds, bees and other insects are also attracted.”

I had read about the types of flowers and plants that are beneficial to our environment. Which ones would specifically attract pollinators like bees, butterflies and hummingbirds to my yard.

I already had some knowledge of monarch butterflies. How milkweed is their one and only food source, and they could only lay their eggs on milkweed leaves.

As well as the amazing process of how monarchs evolve through their life cycle, battling their way into existence. Going through metamorphosis to finally emerge from their chrysalis as a beautiful colored spectacle.

 

Monarch butterfly on pink milkweed

 

So I planted these seeds to help the monarchs and hopefully entice them to visit my backyard.

For months I watched as the seeds germinated, and little seedlings began to grow.

And I hoped that one day — once it was warm and sunny enough — I’d be able to see at least one monarch butterfly.

Waiting is the Hardest Part

Several of my plants grew tall and sturdy by early summer and started to bud.

Cute tiny orange pinheads began to burst into breathtaking orangey-red clusters of flowers.

 

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And then I started to pay close attention. I stalked these plants if you will.

I was trying to find a tiny little white saccule, a grouping of infinitesimal black specks of eggs—a sliver of a baby caterpillar, to provide evidence that a monarch had visited my garden.

But found — nothing.

Sure, I saw plenty of pollen, houseflies, bumblebees, and a couple of stinkbugs here and there. But no eggs, no tiny caterpillars, no chrysalis, no butterfly.

I was starting to feel discouraged. And then it began to feel like a mission: I went outside every morning and every afternoon to examine the milkweed.

Would I see a butterfly today? Would it be a monarch? Such a strange goal to aspire to, but please stick with me –

The Bargaining

At some point, I began this bargaining process.

And I somehow associated the ever-elusive monarch with the success of my slowly-burgeoning blog.

If I could see a butterfly in my garden, specifically a monarch, then I’d know I was meant to be a writer.

The whole process became symbolic. If a monarch appeared, then I’d know I was on the right path.

Weeks turned into a month and then longer with nothing. No monarchs. Strangely enough, I started praying to see one.

Not an actual on-my-knees, quoting gospel type of prayer. More like, “please, just show me something. Give me a sign, so I know what I’m doing actually has meaning.”

I silently asked for guidance from God, the Universe, and my mom. But maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

Although I wasn’t saying, I’d give up on writing. But having that affirmation would give me a morale boost to keep moving forward.

Meanwhile, the orange-red blossoms had all peaked and fallen to the ground. And while the plants themselves were still strong and green, there were no milkweed blossoms to be seen.

I was ready to resign that possibility for the next season. And then I woke up one morning to an amazingly awesome surprise.

 

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The Surprise

I was skimming the email from my phone, as I do every morning. And I discovered one of my blog posts had been featured on a pretty big personal finance website.

It was a site that promoted personal finance content from other bloggers. They scoured feeds from all over the internet, curating articles to share with their massive audience at the time.

And that very morning, it had happened to me. Holy cow, was that a fantastic feeling. I felt like a Rockstar.

Seriously, my entire body started to tingle; it was so surreal.

I always had this goal of “one day, maybe they’ll feature one of my posts — if I write something good enough.”

Crazily enough, that day had arrived — I was truly flabbergasted and honored that they even took the time to read my stuff.

So yeah, you could say the day started out pretty great.

How It All Ties Together With My Mom

After going gaga about my online feature, which would generate some desperately needed traffic to my site, I calmed back down a bit.

I took my dogs downstairs to do their morning biz outside and planned to make myself some coffee.

Walking out onto my back deck, I watched my two bulldogs meander around the yard, sniffing whatever crossed their paths.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I detected movement.

The garden planter was sitting on the rail of my deck—the one where I planted marigold seeds a month or two earlier. I expected to see a big fat bumblebee since that’s where they seemed to hang out.

But when I looked to the right, I saw something else:

A large, beautiful, majestic monarch, sitting there, in all its bright orange and black glory.

 

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Not a picture of the exact butterfly — but quite similar. No, of course I did not have my phone with me.

My Monarch Came to Visit

She proceeded to go from flower to flower. As she moved from one marigold to the next, she’d do this swirly little dance in the air, circling about, before landing on the next flower.

As if she were saying, “I know what happened to you today! Congratulations!!”

She flew up in the air in circles several times, once going entirely above my head. I kid you not. I’m all about writing a good story, but this actually happened.

At one point, I looked around, wondering if she had landed on my head. (Which would’ve been awesome)

But then I caught my monarch doing the little swirly dance again, and she came back to rest on another flower.

So at this point, I actually have tears streaming down my face.

Because I know.

I finally received this validation that I’ve needed for quite some time on this day.

I knew she was here.

A monarch butterfly finally graced me with her presence on the day I was featured on a hugely popular personal finance website.

And it was my mom. I’m sure of it.

Call me crazy, and I’m reasonably sure some of you will. But I know what I know and also what I felt.

She was there for a reason and stayed for a full five minutes before fluttering away into the breeze.

My mom came to visit to let me know she’s still here and that I am doing what I’m supposed to be doing.

She was also a writer. On the side, as a hobby, just like me.

Although truth be told, we didn’t share that affinity when I was a little girl. I always thought I wanted to be a singer.

But my mom’s dream was to write a book. And I have a few of her handwritten pages from the novel that she left unfinished.

Maybe one day I can finish writing it for her. But for right now, I know I have been blessed by having five more minutes with my mom.

The End / The Beginning

This post was started two months ago, on August 15, 2018. I didn’t publish it at the time. But I think it’s because I needed to save it for today. 

This weekend was the 27th anniversary of my mom’s passing and also would’ve been her 71st birthday.

She was 44 years old when she passed away due to complications after a long, exhausting battle with MS. 

Coincidentally, the same age that I am today as I’m writing this post.

Happy Birthday, Mom. 

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I miss you.

Robin