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May brings out the dandelions in our yard, as it does in any yard that is not treated. I remember when my older kids were little, and they brought dandelion bouquets in to me constantly. I used to take morning walks in a neighborhood then (since we lived on a busy highway), and instead of envying their well-manicured lawns, I always felt sorry for them. I thought it would be awful to go an entire spring without a dandelion bouquet! Now I\u2019ve wised up some, and I secretly envy those with manicured lawns\u2014but I would rather have dandelion bouquets than a beautiful lawn any time!<\/p>\n

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One day when my oldest three were seven, four, and two, I received multiple dandelion bouquets. It was such a special, wonderful day that I didn\u2019t want to forget it. And I never have\u2026.because I wrote a poem about it that I like to reread every spring to remind me of that blessed, hectic, overwhelming time in my life. I hope it blesses you!<\/p>\n

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\u201cDandelions for Mother\u201d<\/h3>\n

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I heard the sound one afternoon, a noise I couldn\u2019t deny\u2013
\u201cMama,\u201d she squealed in her sweet voice\u2013my toddler\u2019s \u201dI want in\u201d cry.
I made my way to the back door, where she stood with a dandelion bunch,
\u201cIn,\u201d she said as I opened the door, with a smile that expressed so much.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor you,\u201d she beamed proudly, holding in her hand\u2014a wilty dandelion prize
I hugged her as she gave them to me; then she scampered back outside.
That sure was quick I thought to myself, and I turned to go back to my chores,
I put them in a vase, as my centerpiece\u2014I didn\u2019t know there would soon be more!<\/p>\n

\u201cOh Mother,\u201d I heard another sweet voice and someone opened up the large back screen;
It was my four-year-old, smiling from ear-to-ear, like the two-year-old I had just seen.
Her hands behind her back, she gleefully said, \u201cI have a present for you!\u201d
I held out my arms and closed my eyes, the way she always wanted me to do.<\/p>\n

\u201cSurprise,\u201d she shouted, \u201cI picked them for you because I love you so much!\u201d
I acted astonished, as she handed me– a second dandelion bunch.
I got a quick hug (four year olds are busy, you know), then she went on her way,
I put them in a vase on the table; two centerpieces in one short day.<\/p>\n

The next thing I knew the four-year-old was back, her hands so full once again,
\u201cI brought these from brother; he\u2019s guarding our fort, so now, he can\u2019t come in.\u201d
\u201cOh, sweetheart,\u201d I replied to my little dear, \u201chow thoughtfully you share,\u201d
\u201cCome over here to mama\u2019s arms; let\u2019s rock in my big blue chair.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d she said, \u201cwe\u2019re fighting the battle\u2014the Philistines are \u2018bout to attack.\u201d
\u201cBrother told me to give these to you, then be sure that I come right back.\u201d
She bounced out the door like a summer breeze, and tenderly blew me a kiss-
A sweet, long-distance one\u2013to replace the rocking she knew I would miss.<\/p>\n

I got out a third vase and filled it with water and put in the brand new flow\u2019rs.
What more could a mother ask for\u2014-three bouquets within the hour!
I always love to receive some flowers\u2014as so many women do,
A vase filled with roses or carnations\u2014or perhaps a plant or two.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d wait for each special occasion, with my hopes built up so high.
Would the florist come to my house today\u2013or would he pass me by?
How silly I finally thought to myself; to wait for the florist\u2019s van,
I\u2019ve gotten flowers every single day\u2014since well before spring began.<\/p>\n

And how wonderful these dandelions are\u2014delivered by special hands,
Brightening my life every spring day\u2014as only small children can.
And right at that moment, I realized, how vast are the endless joys,
That come with being called \u201cMother\u201d by these precious girls and boy.<\/p>\n

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    May brings out the dandelions in our yard, as it does in any yard that is not treated. I remember when my older kids were little, and they brought dandelion bouquets in to me constantly. I used to take morning walks in a neighborhood then (since we lived on a busy highway), and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"\"Dandelions<\/a>\r\n\r\nMay brings out the dandelions in our yard, as it does in any yard that is not treated. I remember when my older kids were little, and they brought dandelion bouquets in to me constantly. I used to take morning walks in a neighborhood then (since we lived on a busy highway), and instead of envying their well-manicured lawns, I always felt sorry for them. I thought it would be awful to go an entire spring without a dandelion bouquet! Now I\u2019ve wised up some, and I secretly envy those with manicured lawns\u2014but I would rather have dandelion bouquets than a beautiful lawn any time!\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nOne day when my oldest three were seven, four, and two, I received multiple dandelion bouquets. It was such a special, wonderful day that I didn\u2019t want to forget it. And I never have\u2026.because I wrote a poem about it that I like to reread every spring to remind me of that blessed, hectic, overwhelming time in my life. I hope it blesses you!\r\n

\u201cDandelions for Mother\u201d<\/h3>\r\nI heard the sound one afternoon, a noise I couldn\u2019t deny\u2013\r\n\u201cMama,\u201d she squealed in her sweet voice\u2013my toddler\u2019s \u201dI want in\u201d cry.\r\nI made my way to the back door, where she stood with a dandelion bunch,\r\n\u201cIn,\u201d she said as I opened the door, with a smile that expressed so much.\r\n\r\n\u201cFor you,\u201d she beamed proudly, holding in her hand\u2014a wilty dandelion prize\r\nI hugged her as she gave them to me; then she scampered back outside.\r\nThat sure was quick I thought to myself, and I turned to go back to my chores,\r\nI put them in a vase, as my centerpiece\u2014I didn\u2019t know there would soon be more!\r\n\r\n\u201cOh Mother,\u201d I heard another sweet voice and someone opened up the large back screen;\r\nIt was my four-year-old, smiling from ear-to-ear, like the two-year-old I had just seen.\r\nHer hands behind her back, she gleefully said, \u201cI have a present for you!\u201d\r\nI held out my arms and closed my eyes, the way she always wanted me to do.\r\n\r\n\u201cSurprise,\u201d she shouted, \u201cI picked them for you because I love you so much!\u201d\r\nI acted astonished, as she handed me-- a second dandelion bunch.\r\nI got a quick hug (four year olds are busy, you know), then she went on her way,\r\nI put them in a vase on the table; two centerpieces in one short day.\r\n\r\nThe next thing I knew the four-year-old was back, her hands so full once again,\r\n\u201cI brought these from brother; he\u2019s guarding our fort, so now, he can\u2019t come in.\u201d\r\n\u201cOh, sweetheart,\u201d I replied to my little dear, \u201chow thoughtfully you share,\u201d\r\n\u201cCome over here to mama\u2019s arms; let\u2019s rock in my big blue chair.\u201d\r\n\r\n\u201cSorry,\u201d she said, \u201cwe\u2019re fighting the battle\u2014the Philistines are \u2018bout to attack.\u201d\r\n\u201cBrother told me to give these to you, then be sure that I come right back.\u201d\r\nShe bounced out the door like a summer breeze, and tenderly blew me a kiss-\r\nA sweet, long-distance one\u2013to replace the rocking she knew I would miss.\r\n\r\nI got out a third vase and filled it with water and put in the brand new flow\u2019rs.\r\nWhat more could a mother ask for\u2014-three bouquets within the hour!\r\nI always love to receive some flowers\u2014as so many women do,\r\nA vase filled with roses or carnations\u2014or perhaps a plant or two.\r\n\r\nI\u2019d wait for each special occasion, with my hopes built up so high.\r\nWould the florist come to my house today\u2013or would he pass me by?\r\nHow silly I finally thought to myself; to wait for the florist\u2019s van,\r\nI\u2019ve gotten flowers every single day\u2014since well before spring began.\r\n\r\nAnd how wonderful these dandelions are\u2014delivered by special hands,\r\nBrightening my life every spring day\u2014as only small children can.\r\nAnd right at that moment, I realized, how vast are the endless joys,\r\nThat come with being called \u201cMother\u201d by these precious girls and boy.","_et_gb_content_width":"","_mi_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[638,643,488,633,308],"tags":[604,605,603,10],"yoast_head":"\nDandelions for Mother - Character Ink<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/characterinkblog.com\/dandelions-for-mother\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Dandelions for Mother - Character Ink\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"    May brings out the dandelions in our yard, as it does in any yard that is not treated. 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