Sad Not Glad

Sarah and I shared a precious moment after Mother's Day. She had given me two gladiola bulbs and since I knew nothing about them I figured they should be planted. Is it glad growing season? I had not a clue. I have a stone outside my kitchen window that I look at everyday. It is in memory of my 3 babies in heaven. The stone says IF TEARS COULD BUILD A STAIRWAY AND MEMORIES A LANE I'D WALK RIGHT UP TO HEAVEN AND BRING YOU HOME AGAIN. The hardest part of losing babies I think, is not having anywhere to go and grieve. We planted a bulb on each side of the stone. They grew! Long green(stems? shoots? leaves?) whatevers were sprouting out of the ground. I was simply not prepared when my 3 1/2 year old son walked up to me today holding one in each hand after tearing them out of the ground. Sarah burst into tears. I hardly remember what I said. Something along the lines of whywhywhy?whatdoyouthinkyou'redoing? and don'tyoueverdothatagain! I took them and redug the holes and shoved them back into their little sad homes. My son is so much more important than flowers but, is nothing sacred when you live with children?