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WHEN IS A WEED NOT A WEED?
A couple of weekends ago I went to my 5 year-old grandson's soccor game. I love to go watch how much he and his teammates have learned up to this second season. In the beginning, most of them would become distracted by something, like a butterfly, and stand on the field watching the butterfly rather than the ball. This season, I can see them attempt to turn the ball, to stop the opposing team's goal, and even to try to take the ball from the other team. Yep! They have come a long way!
But this last game I went to, my grandson suddenly had to go to the bathroom. His coach sent in a replacment player and off he went. When he came back, he gave his mom a bouquest of dandelions, then took the last dandelion in his hand and gave it to me. I was so touched by the sweetness of his presentations. They were dandelions, okay, but at that moment they couldn't have been more beautiful or more precious than a bouquet of orchids. I admit that I carried my treasured bloom to my car when the game was over, even though it had already started to wilt.
And so, you see, a weed is not always a weed. Sometimes a weed can be one of the beautiful things of life that make living really worth it!
Isn't it nice, that when the grandchildren present you with a dandelion, you know that they have seen the beauty in it that we now miss because we're "grown up" and we know it is a "Weed".
ReplyDeleteYou're right, Sherry! We need to see the world through children's eyes to find true joy! And actually, I do think that dandelions are pretty!
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