I take my time opening the lid to my lotion, I feel it’s silkiness between my fingers as I warm it. I lightly tilt my head back as I caress the lotion along my neck. I notice the wrinkles that have formed on my neck and chest where the skin, it used to be tighter. I gently move my long hair around to my back; tilt my head to the left as I smooth the lotion across my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of the grey hair that seems to have snuck up on me. I squint a little harder to see, there are more and more each day. My eyesight isn’t quite what she used to be either.
I see the wrinkles around my lips begin to form and my hands are not as smooth and flawless as they used to be in my younger day. I smooth the lotion down my legs and I see the veins that appear, they too seem to shout out that youth is no longer, and I wonder can others see them as I do?
My legs are not as firm any longer and my skin looks a little different even from the day before. Moving up to my belly, I smooth lotion over the marks that were left behind, reminding me of the children that once grew with in me, reminding me I am a mother.
The marks tell me the story of motherhood. Me. Being a mom. I never would have known the sacrifices I was to make for my children because when you are a mother, you are selfless. I will never know the impact I had on them, I can only hope that I did things right. Nor will they ever truly know the love I hold for them within my heart, within my very being, this too is true for my own mother and me.
I am a mother. I am strong. I am determined. I am compassionate. I am kind. I am a mother.
I wanted to write this because a friend of mine said “You never struck me as looking like a mom”. I am not quite sure what a mom is supposed to look like, perhaps it is what a dad looks like.
I like to do something special for mothers day each year, experience something new. My children are grown and each live on opposite ends of the United States so I am typically alone. Trying to decide on what to do this year, I settled on Dorris Ranch in Springfield, Oregon. I have wanted to visit there since 2000, I figured it was time.
As soon as I decided on my course for the day, it seemed I couldn’t get out the door fast enough. I cut up an apple, tossed that and some grapes into my ziplock, grabbed my camera and headed for the door.
Cruising down the freeway with Springfield on my mind, blue skies and fluffy clouds above, I thought to myself the apple and grapes wouldn’t hold me over for very long, especially if I spent a couple of hours on the ranch, so I stopped by my favorite “fast food” restaurant; Cafe’ Yumm and ordered a Jazzy to go. I made it down to Rite Aide on Pioneer Parkway before I busted into my lunch. It just seemed to be calling to me from inside the paper bag.
I really had no idea what I would find once I got to Doris Ranch, but then again, that is the beauty of exploring. There is plenty of parking and its free to wander through the 100 year old filbert orchards! How can you beat that?
Established in 1892 by George Dorris and his wife Lulu, the two dedicated their lives growing and cultivating the 250 acre orchard. George experimented with several different crops and settled on the filbert; making Oregon the first Filbert nut orchard in the United States. Over the next 50 years, more than 9 thousand trees were planted and to this day, over half of the worlds Filbert trees have come from Dorris Ranch’ nursery orchard. 70 thousand tons of Filberts come out of the ranch each year! That’s pretty impressive.
Before you begin to walk down into the orchard there is a small garden surrounded by sweet little wooden hand painted signs tucked inside the fencing. I thought this was a sweet way to begin an afternoon.
It was such a pleasure walking through the orchards. I tried to imagine what it was like for them, so very long ago. The labor of love they had for the ranch is apparent.
The birds sang and chirped as they flew within the orchards, a slight breeze captured my hair, tossing it around and kept me cool during that walk throughout the ranch. I could hear the Willamette River once in awhile. There is just something alluring about rushing water that has an ability to draw you to it, curiosity over taking you until you lay eyes upon it. I headed for it and discovered another path, only this path was paved. It is brand new and opened in October of 2013. It is a nice place to ride your bike, or walk your dog. I came across many families, couples and single people along the paths that afternoon. It is pet friendly so that makes it even nicer. They do ask that you keep your dog on a leash.
I think I must have walked around 6 miles this past mothers day. Before I headed home, I had two stop’s to make. I went to get my favorite drink at Dutch Brothers. They had a special for all moms and any drink was only $1.00. I just love Dutch Brothers, they do so much for the community and the barista’s simply rock!
There really is only one thing better than a pedicure to sooth your aching feet and that is getting a manicure as well! I had a fabulous day on Sunday and so happy I finally went. It was a great mothers day.
I hope you are able to enjoy a trip out to Dorris Ranch. It really is quite amazing. Pack a light lunch, a blanket to sit on and grab a friend for a picnic or a nice relaxing bike ride. Here is a peak at what I saw while I was there. I won’t be waiting so long before I go back.
See you out there!