The Story of a Boy Who Became a Tree

"If I was a tree growing tall and green. All I's want is you to shade me and be my leaves" from the soundtrack of juno and the lyrics of Barry Louis Polisar

Once upon a time, not so long ago, a little boy was born . He came into this world easily but after leaving the protective environment of his mothers womb things changed. You see inside the womb he could grow but his body was too fragile for the outside world. He couldn't drink milk like the other babies in the family had and he didn't grow. In order to be repaired he needed to be bigger and stronger. His family brought him home to care for him surrounded by love. His mother spent all the hours in a day trying to feed him, warm him and love him so he would grow. His father spent all his time caring for his brother and sisters . Despite all the love and care he was given the little boy never grew and one night when he was sleeping he stopped breathing. His family was sad that their little boy would never grow up and be able to experience the things that this family loved to do together . Spring passed by and at the beginning of summer the little boy's father and sister set out on a canoe trip to a very special area where the oldest white pine trees in the forest grew. It was a very hard trip for a young girl to make but she managed it. They placed the little boy's ashes under the spectacular pine trees . They camped for the night and then headed back home in the canoe. The little boy's ashes became one with the earth and over the years he became part of the matrix of the great white pine trees in that area. For the first time in his life he grew and will continue to do so because this area is protected .

Did you know that the white pine is the only pine tree that spells its name with its little bunches of 5 needles.
Happy birthday little tree boy

Comments

[Elsita]

THANK YOU SO MUCH MARGIE for sharing the story of the little boy with us. From experience and as a woman I can understand how amazing is the presence of a little person who leaves us suddenly. This presence stays with us forever and it grows in meaning as we get older. Happy birthday little boy! I am sure that wherever you are right now you are extremely proud of having had such an amazing life surrounded of love and care. Today your whole family is celebrating your presence!
Kisses from a new friend!
Elsita :)

[Crystal]

OMG Margie. My heart hurts for you.

[cathygaubert]

the loss and beauty bring me to tears. much peace to you.

[Kim McCabe]

Such a sad story, it's especially tough to read being a newish mum with an eleven month old little man of my own. you have a lovely blog and I enjoyed my visit :)

Kim McCabe
Curiouser & Curiouser Designs
http://kimandliamsblog.blogspot.com/

[Sonya]

Beautiful. That is a beautiful story - birth, death, growth. It's all so important. Thank you for sharing.

[helen]

Such a beautiful remembrance of your special tree boy. It makes me cry. Love Helen

[Cherry]

Here's to you, precious boy.
And a reach-out to your mother.

[Cherry]

Here's to you, precious boy.
And a reach-out to your mother.

[Rane]

Thank you sweet soul.
Grow big and strong dear pine.
Oh Margie thank you.
Hugs from a distance.
Rane and baby
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I am sending the little tree boy much love from afar as he grows big and strong with the pine and also his Mummy, Daddy and brother and sisters. I am so sorry not to have read this yesterday Margie and sent you a hug, your little tree boy is so beautiful.
XXX

[nicole]

Thank you for linking back to this beautiful and touching story. The spirit of your boy no doubt is with his grandmother. Warmth and love to all of you.

[Lynn Lunger]

Oh, what a poignant story....right now I feel that a little boy is sitting in the lap of his grandmother, under the shade of a white pine, and he is telling her stories of all the birds that have rested in the branches. She is listening and nodding and smiling....

Peace to you.

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[andrea gutierrez]

and the tree boy grows on...
beautiful...

[Kim]

I'm not sure if I can find the words to express just how deeply this touches me. My baby sister died when I was 5 and even though it was over 40 years ago, her magic is always with me. Thank you. Kim

[Laura]

Thankyou for sharing this beautiful tale of love, loss, and beautiful memories. I had somehow missed it previously, but I always knew there was something Knowing of Loss about you.

What a transformation your son has made, such a bittersweet joy to think of him so. Only those who loved him so could bear such sweet sorrow, knowing he no longer suffered.

(((hugs)))

[kristin]

oh, margie. i missed the post the first time around and am so touched. i will never see a white pine again without honoring the memory of the tree boy who was finally able to grow. xxx

[melissa]

dear margie, thank you for sharing this beautiful story with us. i'm so sorry to have missed the story when you first posted about it. it's tender and heartbreaking. hugs to you and your family today. xxx

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[heidi]

i am so overcome with reading this story as well as all the stone diaries tales,I feel there is hardly anything I could possibly contribute that has not already been said or sent by way of gift to you...I have been wanting to create crocheted stones for some time after having seen them in your Etsy shop! (i had a brief stint on Etsy last year but my bracelets did not sell,and I gave it up) No worries,there hardly enough time to do the things I want to do anyway,and after doing battle with Breast cancer I am happy enough to sit and watch the grass grow!!!! I would still love to send you a stone or two,just to prove I was here,on this earth,if for no other reason at all...I could go on,and tell you about all the other reasons why I want to leave these covered stones where my beautiful Mother rests,as well as the graves of others who are precious to me,but I will leave you to the many tasks you have ahead. I was also wondering if there is a source you could recommend to learn the gorgeous doily techniques that I believe you may have used to develop your craft. If you can manage any time for my question(s)perhaps you could address it sometime;and let me know how I can send you the gift of my stones...thank you so much
Regards,Heidi