Skip to main content

A Flower or A Weed?

I don’t know about you- but I enjoy flowers. 

My oldest daughter used to pick me flowers when she was little and it always warmed my heart. 

I can remember being a young mom with my two small girls. The oldest was four and the youngest was a newborn with colic. 

I had some long days and have to say that when the older one would come to me with a fistful of flowers, and for no apparent reason but that she just wanted to, it didn’t matter how squished and wilted they were, it always made me smile.

Now-a-days it’s my son who likes to bring me the bouquets.

We can be on a path in the woods, playing in the yard, or at the park. He loves picking flowers and giving them to Mommy. 

I am always grateful and he always seems so proud. 

It could be a butter cup, a petunia head that has fallen off of a hanging flower pot, or even a weed.

You know the weeds I’m talking about. 

The ones that begin as fluffy wisps of seeds on a stem and turn into bright, abundant little Dandelions. 

A weed? Technically yes. But to a child it's a beautiful bright yellow flower that is free for the taking and will bring a smile to Mommy’s face...

So... if doing this brings such joy for both the adult and the child, tell me why then some grownups spoil the moment by rolling their eyes and degrading the flower to a weed right in front of the child?

I’ve experience this multiple times this spring. 

After my son proudly picked me an array of little flowers, we'd walk by some folks enjoying the warm day, and here come the comments on how icky it is that my child picked me weeds...

It leaves the child puzzled. Weeds to him are brown, ugly and terrible…they are something that nobody wants…the bouquet is not that...

Granted many of us do not want dandelions speckling our green lawns, but from a child's perspective, they are wonderful gifts they can give.

So the next time your child, niece, nephew or grandbaby hands you a fistful of dandelions, no need to say it’s a weed.

Instead look at them as if them and imagine they are the largest, most extravagant, fragrant bouquet of flowers you've ever seen! 

Because after all, that is what the child sees.

(Change your adult perspective to a child's perspective once in a while...see life through their eyes and then watch the world change...)


Popular posts from this blog

Back to School Anxiety: Bullying

Download “School Boy Being Stressed” by David Castillo Dominici via I recently wrote about how to help your child if they’re struggling with going back to school because they were bullied. My biggest most important tip was to listen, because I honestly could not write a ‘How-to-make-them-not-afraid’ column. Frankly I thought that was absurd. Fear is sometimes real. Anxiety is sometimes truly there, and for a good reason. Our job as parents isn’t to try to make it go away, it’s to try to find out the true source of those worrisome feelings. If you’d like to read more, click here. And if you’re child is struggling to find excitement about the new school year, don’t deny it, just accept it and move forward gently. Here’s some more on bullying: Family Matters Links: A Touching Story/Song Bullying: A thing of the past A Peace Poem By My Teenage Daughter A Deeper Insight into My Thoughts on People Who Bring Harm to Others Other Links: Stop Bul

Green Punch Buggy....!!!!

Green Punch Buggy...No Punch Back! As I was writing this blog post, my son came to me showing off his Lego creation. And don't you know I got hit at least five times since on my computer screen was displaying at least five different punch buggies, of five different colors thanks to Google Images. (Bad timing I'm thinking...) How can we possibly have world peace with these silly cars in the world!? ;) Don't the owners of these cute-but-obnoxious-cars understand that driving these things around town promotes violence!? ;) Anyhow.... The original purpose of this blog was to ask parents everywhere this question: Do you find yourself saying 'PUNCH BUGGY *BLANK-COLOR*! '  to yourself, even when the kids are not in the car??? I do! Isn't it funny how those games we used to play as a child are still around? I bet our parents say the same thing.... HAPPY FRIIIIIIDAAAAYYYY! P.S. I got hit at least ten more times, since as my son stood beside

Good Customer Service At Home

Over the years, my careers have mainly been customer service based. I started in a family business and then moved on up through the rungs from waitress, to hostess, to sales associate, manager and eventually the GM of a hotel. In all my years, my training taught me that you should always do your best to take your customer all the way to what they need, make them happy, and never leave them until they are done with you. I pride myself on my customer service abilities. Though the other day, I think I failed at customer service in my own home! I was getting ready to cut my daughter's hair and because of how long it had gotten (she's been growing it out for a year!) I felt this time it would be best  if instead of me spritzing it with water, she could wash and condition it real quick. She was fully clothed so I just suggested she run into the bathroom and wash her hair in the tub. She’s fourteen. I suppose I just assumed that she knew how to kneel over the tub and do it.