Back in the middle of spring, when the dandelions were blooming and we had an un-expected dry day, my son brought me 2 or 3 dandelions while we were playing outside.
I have seasonal allergies.
I hate dandelions.
I am NOT proud of what I am about to tell you.
I told my son, who sweetly brought me "flowers" because he thought I would like them, that we couldn't take them inside because they make Mommy sneeze. That we would have to leave them outside.
His response..."Oh."
I know I hurt his feelings.
I know I disappointed him.
Later that night I was thinking about our little exchange and I realized how wrong I had been. Yup. Dandelions DO make me sneeze (among other things). But what was more important there? My personal comfort or letting my son know that those little things he thinks of doing for me...
make my Mommy heart melt.
What do we do if someone brings us a dozen roses? Grab our prettiest vase, add that mix that comes with them, and gingerly place the roses in the vase. Why don't I treat his "flowers" with the same awe and tenderness? His dandelions should be my roses.
I am so very thankful that he has not stopped bringing me flowers!! The next time he brought me a dandelion, he and I got out a ball jar and put it in water. More recently he's been bringing me clover and tiny purple flowers that grow wild in our yard.
Wanna see?
Man! I love this kid!
So tell me, are their dandelions your roses?
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