She didn’t mean to hurt the garden, and she feels really bad about it.
She’s given us money to buy all the flowers you want!”
Amy’s eyes lit up. “Really?
Can we get those purple coneflowers I saw in the catalog? And maybe some butterfly bushes to attract monarchs?”
“Whatever you want, sweetie.
This is your garden.”
We spent the next few weekends rebuilding her garden, making it even better than before.
Amy planned everything meticulously, drawing detailed diagrams showing where each plant would go. She researched companion planting, learning which flowers would help others thrive.
It became a family project, with Stephen building a proper irrigation system and me helping Amy select the perfect mix of perennials and annuals.
When we finished replanting the garden, Amy stood back to admire our work, tears glistening in her eyes.
“Mom, it’s even better than before!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me. “Look at how the colors blend together!
And the butterfly bush is already attracting bees!”
Gloria’s been notably quieter since then, and I’ve noticed she thinks twice before making her usual comments.
Sometimes the best lessons come with a price tag, and watching Amy tend to her restored garden, I know it was worth every penny.
You don’t mess with a mother’s love for her child.
If you do, well, you might find yourself fifteen hundred dollars poorer with a car full of garden gnomes.
The garden blooms more beautifully than ever now. Every flower represents a small victory, not just over Gloria’s meanness, but for the love that grows between a mother and daughter, as steady and strong as the flowers Amy planted with such care.
Source: amomama
