He was our first child and weren’t we proud parents, posing for photos beside the young frangipani tree, with our gift from God wrapped in the hand-crocheted shawl my Grandma made.
It wasn’t long before he was at school, getting up to all the boyhood pranks that give primary school teachers lots of conversation topics for the lunchroom. And meanwhile, in our backyard, the frangipani was growing into a young tree.
Adolescence causes pain, not just for kids, but also for parents. As our son emerged from being boy to becoming man, the frangipani tree saw our pain and showered us with its white fragile flowers and delicate aroma.
That same year, the tree was ravaged when our goats got loose and we found grey hairs more prevalent as we attempted to understand the mind of our teenager.
As the years progressed, the frangipani recovered and now shades the back porch. These days we sit underneath it with our grandchildren and laugh at their dad trying to control them, as they pick the frangipani flowers.
A child, like the frangipani tree, that’s cared for in it’s younger years, will eventually produce beautiful flowers even though it may suffer many hardships on the road to maturity.