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Did you wear a corsage for Mother’s Day Sunday at church services? I did.
Growing up in the Hill Country of Texas, almost everyone at church sported a carnation or a corsage on Mother’s Day. It’s a longstanding Southern tradition, and, even though you’re the one wearing the flower, the purpose is to celebrate your mother’s presence in your life.
Color matters. Red or pink flowers meant your mother was still with us. If she’d crossed over, you wore white.
Every Mother’s Day, my mother would load us into the station wagon and take us to her mother’s house before church. Grandmother grew red and white rose bushes. We’d pick a blossom to wear on our Sunday dress or shirt.
Because our Mother was very much alive, all three of us cut red roses. Nowadays, I wear a white rose.
Wearing a Mother’s Day corsage is a Southerner’s way to say, “I love you, Mom and I’m so glad to share this day with you” or “I’ll never forget you and I’ll love you always.”
Flowers on Mother’s Day is one of the many ways Southerners show their manners without words. Like when we pull over for a funeral procession to let the bereaved know we understand their grief and we’re sorry for their loss.
Or “carry food” to a neighbor or to church after a funeral to offer support and love.
Or open doors for the person behind us to be helpful and show respect.
For me, it’s a matter of being polite. Something that’s stressed to all Southern children until it’s automatic.
If you’re not into corsages, cut flowers also work for Mother’s Day remembrance. Flower colors in bouquets silently speak too. According to Pantone, the color specialist,
Green reflects a mother’s protective nature,
Yellow– Mom’s optimistic outlook towards life and her children,
Pink – her compassionate and nurturing soul, and
Red – a mother’s passion and empowerment.
If you missed Mother’s Day, flowers are welcome any day.
I’m sure you’ll find lots of flower bouquet choices half-price today. My supermarket sure had Mother’s Day flowers everywhere.
Bill was at the house this week and asked about the plant. When I couldn’t identify it, he looked it up. It turns out that it is a pumpkin plant.
