carrying a little gift with him, a gerbera daisy. One of my favorites!
As he handed the slightly tattered and torn flower to me I had a flashback of him. In my mind I saw a very young Nathan, around 4 years old, with tiny hands and a bunch of 'special' flowers as a gift for me.
He, as well as my other kids, loved to bring me dandelions. Because of that, I like the little weed, especially after it becomes a seed-head to wish upon.
Yes, wishing upon those seed-heads will create an imperfect lawn but those little imperfections bring beauty into the home as they adorn the kitchen counter in a mason jar.
(You know there is always a little child around the corner with a big grin on his or her face when you see a bunch of dandelions shining in a sunlit window!)
Isn't that the nature of motherhood? Seeing beauty in and beyond the imperfections...
The gerbera daisy Nathan handed to me reminded me of those dandelion days, those long days of mothering that I absolutely loved.
Just after he gave the imperfect daisy to me, the one he brought with him on his flight, he reached into his backpack and handed me the missing petals. (Such a Nathan thing to do, so sweet.)
How I love good memories, those that have an ability to take me back to a place and time of such pure happiness.
They are gentle reminders of why I love motherhood.
:)
Posted by: Jonathan | May 18, 2012 at 01:01 PM
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
I absolutely love this post. It is so endearing and precious.
Posted by: Joan Lloyd | May 19, 2012 at 07:09 AM