My Mother’s Rose
A Tradition
Here in the South, it has long been a tradition to wear a rose on Mother’s Day. According to tradition, if one’s mother is no longer living, the rose should be white. And if one’s mother is still alive, the rose should be red.
For this Mother’s Day, I’m thankful to be displaying a red rose in honor of my mother, who — like so many mothers throughout the ages — has always demonstrated unwavering love for her children.
Like a Rose
Last year my mother planted the Red Knockout Rose that’s pictured here. She was attracted to the rose because of its profuse and steady blooming throughout the growing season into late fall. It’s also known for its ability to resist black spot and other diseases, and to thrive in humid climates, while withstanding the harshness of winter.
Similar to the Red Knockout Rose, my mom has lived her life bestowing blessings — like beautiful blooms — upon her family and friends. She, too, has fought disease with grace and tenacity, and she has thrived despite periods marked by tears and trial.
I’m very thankful for my beautiful, loving mother. This rose is for you, Mom.