Gone are the dandelions and gone are the days where my children were little. How many countless dandelions made it through my front doors of each home we have lived in.
How many endless smiles were given as my children so proudly handed me a beautiful a yellow weed, sometimes pristine and perfect and other times limp and lifeless. I always received them with great joy and happiness and would keep them in a small glass with water until they would wither away and die and I would toss them to the can, always a bit sad.
I love the dandelions. They are a symbol of innocence and pure love. I guess if asked what my favorite flower I would have to say a dandelion. WHAT?? It's not a flower, it is to me. Of course, I have a few other favorites but none hold a light to that of a beautiful dandelion. It represents my children and their ability to see beauty in the smallest things and to know to act immediately! They don't worry if it isn't good enough, or pricey enough. All they know is they see it and think of me and know that I would love it!
A dandelion symbolizes pure love. My beautiful children with light in their eyes would be out playing and stop dead in their tracks and pick something that they deemed beautiful and who did they want to give it to? Not to their friends, not to their dads, or any one other than to me, their mother. They thought of me and they picked it and with all adoring love gifted it to me! I love that pure innocence. I love that pure intent, not being worried of cost, or of looks or if it was the right size.
Early into our marriage when Warrior was three or four years old. He would bring me bouquets of flowers. Mr. Incredible was so busy working 60 hours and sometimes more, along with holding down 18 credits and making the Dean's list. How he did it, I have no idea. I believe he was on auto pilot and to make things even more challenging I was pregnant and on bed rest! I also felt neglected at times. I wasn't a needy wife, perse' but I did need some reassurance from time to time. I whined that I was being forgotten and he wasn't spending time with me or Warrior. (GEE, I wonder when I would like him to, time was definitely a rare commodity between that and his church calling. But, it was through a small boy, our boy that taught us many lessons! That life can be simple and it's not in the cost of the gift but to know that you are thought of.
I let Mr. Incredible know that I wanted him to bring me home weeds too! That Warrior could see something and in his eyes he saw beauty but more importantly that he thought of ME!.
One day Mr. Incredible brought me home a dandelion also. I laughed and then I cried because he heard me and thought of me and during such chaos and trial he remembered to stop and smell the dandelions and give thanks for all that was good in our lives! We since learned that if I was ever feeling like I needed extra love I would set an empty vase outside the door. Not to be filled immediately but that week, with either flowers or a little extra TLC! Placing the vase by the front door helped to ward off storms in our marriage and strengthen each other. Lessons from a dandelion and a little boy. God truly teaches us through our little ones. If we observe them we can learn so much.