Lilac bush

With my parents gone for the weekend, I played the role of house/dog sitter. Because my parents own an 80lb wuss of a yellow lab I stayed overnight Friday and Saturday at the house.

God forbid the big baby sleep by himself at night.

This morning as we were out for his "morning constitutional" I noticed my mom's lilac bush. Planted sometime around the early 90s the poor thing started off it's life in suburbia pretty roughly. It was only a small stick when she planted it and since my dad is one of those on a mission type of guys when he's mowing the lawn, it was run over numerous times. So many times I gave it up for dead everytime he admitted to mowing the poor thing over again.

Not my mom though.

She was convinced it would come back. I was more skeptical. I mean, something can only get mowed over so many times before it's just done for, right?

I was wrong. After my dad finally remembered not to cut over the lilac it started thriving. It grew more limbs. It grew taller. It produced beautiful purple leaves. It staked it's claim on a corner of the front yard and wouldn't let go.

While the dog was doing his business, I got to thinking about how much that little lilac bush is a good example for my own life.

I may get mowed over every now and then, but if I keep persevering, I just might grow into a strong, beautiful little bush.

Or something like that.