But raising kids gives you persistence. Last night, I heard the hyacinth crack its plastic pot. A root clawed through the green shell. Just that thread. Tree roots heave paved roads.
Seed leaves lift pebbles.
Morning-glory rises through cement step, baseboard, window frame. Climbs summer long inside the front hall. The force that drives a hyacinth root comes from the years it bloomed and sank. Just because you're vulnerable doesn't mean you're weak. Mama would push me into this, if she could.