A Gift

The wonderful thing about having a smart phone, is that I can look through pictures whenever I feel like it. The other day while sitting on my break at work, I was scrolling through my pictures when I saw one that I forgot I had taken.

My eyes welled up and my memory traveled back to that day.
It wasn’t a good day. My baby was teething and my oldest was miserable too. It actually felt like the longest day ever… like my husband would never come home. I put my oldest daughter outside in the yard and caught my breath while watching her play. She was busy. Digging, moving dirt, blowing bubbles… she was having a good time.
A little while later I called her in for a snack. She ran inside the house, kicked off her shoes, ran upstairs, then in a couple minutes ran down the stairs again.
I gave her a snack and sent her back outside to play. 
A short while later, I went upstairs to grab the dirty laundry from the hamper in my bedroom. Then, I saw it…. I exploded into tears, you know, the “ugly” cry that only raw emotions can produce. My daughter had left me a gift… the sweetest gift ever.
It’s a dandelion, yes. Nothing is more mundane than a dandelion but this dandelion was an expression of love… a random, loving act. A thoughtful gift. A special treasure. There’s magic in a dandelion… the kind of magic that I’m sure many mothers have been the recipient of, at one time or another.

Thank you to Sofia from Sofia’s Ideas for providing the opportunity for this blog posting link-up.

Former early childhood professional, now a stay-at-home-mom of two girls. I write about parenting, homeschooling, my faith, and personal life experiences. I'm striving to become the deliberate mom I long to be.
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  1. says

    Awh! *heart melting* I know precisely what you mean! It really is such an expression of her love for you, so much thought went into it, when you really think about it. I never understood why my mother used to make such a stink when I brought her a bouquet of dandelions until I started receiving such gifts myself.

    Thank you for this contribution to {Magic of the Mundane}, as always…

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