Wishes about to come true soar gaily into the air holding on to the ethereal tufts of dandelions when good and pure intentions are blown their way. And so a dandelion in full white delicate splendor, eager to disperse magic, is the perfect symbol of childhood hope and innocent wishes. Children and the young at heart have a special way with the delicate and yet mighty matters of wishes and innocence and purity.
A special gift made its way to me this Christmas, granted by loved ones as dear to me as life itself. Think of a person who captivates you, who is a part of you, whose connection to you can never be broken. That person is full of your wishes for them. People can be wishes all packaged up in their being, especially when that person is your child. All his life, and most of yours, you shower your child with tenderness and understanding, good intentions, guidance, love of life and appreciation for wonder and beauty, all with the aim to nurture him like you would a precious plant, offering gentle rains, breezes and sunlight to feed and stimulate, for so many many years until your child is ready to blossom.
When the bloom is nigh, and your child begins to see the world outside of his own wants and needs, when his eyes are opened to the world like petals of a flower that open to the dawn, then you know your little weed will flourish and make his own way in the world. The little weeds we raise take life in baby steps, no matter their age, whether they be four or fourteen – or even all grown up!
This delightful weed jewelry, a filigreed dandelion tufted head was the gift I received from my youngest son this Christmas Eve. He gave of himself with a unique recognition of my obsession. And this photo is the creative handiwork of my eldest son, who with patience and good humor, indulged his mother’s quirky requests with charm and understanding. Symbolized by the wish come true of the sparkly gift I received is the knowledge that both my sons have uniquely included themselves in my beloved garden of weeds. Thank you my dear, dear sons, and enormous undying thanks to the Elf who helps us all. I am truly blessed to be part of a wonderful family.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.