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.
I've had those days. And I've experienced that "magic." What a lovely post...
ReplyDeleteAwh! *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.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this contribution to {Magic of the Mundane}, as always...