ndelions
When I was but a little girl I always knew my birth mom existed and I loved her. It didn’t come out until many years later that I loved her for so many reasons. Heritage, selflessness, fierce love, and accepting me right where I was no matter what.
When I was little I left dandelions at the park in anaconda as tribute. I always thought somehow she would find them and know they were from me.
The day I said goodbye there was not a rose left for me. While this stung I had a unique opportunity. I grabbed a handful of dandelions and said my goodbyes. Something special and unique and just from me. A special bond between me and she.
My kids still hand me dandelions as a sing of their love for me. Precious moments that are less and less as they grow up. Replaced by pictures and other amazing creations.
Back to the dandelions. As we all know, dandelions once they bloom they go to seed and blow away. The sad reality is this is a constant in our lives. We will have friendships, family and even love that lives out their days and then one day they just blow away.
Too many things and people have been blown away in my lifetime. Hence I often clutch my love tight like a child with their handful of dandelions. I’m even afraid to give them and my love away for fear it’ll just one day blow away.
I’m sure I’ve been the dandelion to someone out there. Whom I’m not sure as I hold so many of you dearly. As I lay here and watch my sweet kids sleep and realize the nights of good night Cuddles will soon blow away and be replaced by kisses and tuck ins. I cling to this little bundle of dandelion love,especially when we get this extra time together.
To those who have blown away to the wind: my love for you didn’t drift away. It’s invisible but still held tightly in my small palm. If you Te clutching my simple gift of love please don’t stay silent. Or if you simply blew away I hope you soar. And maybe you’ll blow back my way so I can see it first hand
