Photo Friday :: Gratitude

by flowers on April 16, 2010 · 9 comments

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. ~Marcel Proust


My son Sol is insanely sweet. This past winter he would hike up the stairs in his snow pants and boots asking me to look out my window. I would peek and find a giant H shoveled in the snow. In the past few weeks the dandelions have been blooming and he brings them to me by the dozen. I remember telling him a few years ago to remind daddy that mommy loves flowers. My sweet boy has brought them to me endlessly ever since.

It’s early spring here in central New York and so very slowly I’ve been watching the green sprout through the ground, the tight buds loosen on trees. We don’t have much of a yard and only a few plants out front. I noticed this little red bud pushing itself forward about a week ago and I’ve been watching with full gratitude of spring, waiting for that single blossom to bloom in my tiny front yard.

Two days ago, the boy came upstairs with his arms outstretched and presented me with the plucked bloom. It had not fully opened yet and there was barely a stem.

My heart sunk. More than anything I wanted to watch that flower bloom. I would never cut the first flower of spring, or a flower who stood alone in a bare garden. My first reaction was of disappointment and an explanation of why I didn’t want him to pick that flower.

I watched his little heart sink.

As his pride deflated, my compassion grew and the little flower started to mean so much more. It represented his intention and his hopes. It reminded me of how differently we all see the world and how easy it is to misinterpret or devalue someone’s feelings or intentions.

I thanked him and did my best to tell him that I really did appreciate the gift. I tried to smooth it over, but what was done was done. I placed the little flower in a miniature glass and looked for a place where I could appreciate it the most.

This morning I woke and as I filled the tub I noticed the flower fully bloomed and my little windowsill transformed into an altar of things I love and hold dear. That little flower taught me a big lesson about the fragile nature of love and our loved ones. How we communicate and miscommunicate. How we sometimes hit and sometimes miss. How important gratitude is, even in the face of disappointment.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. ~Marcel Proust


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~Tara April 16, 2010 at 5:48 pm

so lovely.

i can’t count the times i spoke before i looked – looked at his face or for his intentions. oy. this mouth needs a filter…or at least a pause button.
.-= ~Tara´s last blog ..Knowing Vs. Understanding =-.


Amber April 16, 2010 at 11:56 pm

I love this. I have so been there, watching my child pick a flower that hadn’t bloomed or a berry that hadn’t ripened. It makes my heart sink, but it’s also very sweet in its way. Thank you so much for the reminder to be grateful, and the lovely photo.
.-= Amber´s last blog ..Laughing at my Pain =-.


Zanna April 17, 2010 at 4:15 pm

What a beautiful post! Brought tears to my eyes. Did you show him you took a photo and wrote about it so that you could always remember his gift? I think he might like that.
.-= Zanna´s last blog ..Pluto, the Robin and the Snake =-.


Daphne April 17, 2010 at 4:51 pm

Beautiful post. As a fellow Ithacan, mom and who knows what else …it would be great to connect.

.-= Daphne´s last blog ..Raw Eating =-.


LJ April 18, 2010 at 7:43 am

Beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing and giving me that reminder!
.-= LJ´s last blog ..Cooperation =-.


Kate April 18, 2010 at 9:07 am

The very same thing has happened to me so many times over picked flowers~ I always have to remind myself that my little boys don’t know how to discriminate what flowers mama *thinks* it’s okay to pick and which are not! They just know mamas likes flowers!

Little 2 year old Roan and I often go in our yard and greet all the new flowers that have come up. Two days ago he picked a little bouquet for me…and I did feel disappointed, but managed to can it this time! Thank you for the reminders on why I should can it all the time!
.-= Kate´s last blog ..My Everyday Magic 4.17.10 =-.


Melodie April 19, 2010 at 8:51 pm

This is so sweet. And a lesson in patience for myself. My kids alway spick those first blossoms which tugs at my little spring-has-sprung heart strings. You dealt with this so beautifully. Thank you for sharing!
.-= Melodie´s last blog ..Do Breastfeeding Posts With Pictures Require Warnings? =-.


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