I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Really? A dandelion?”
You’re thinking this is a weed, the scourge of well-manicured suburban lawns and gardens everywhere. You’re thinking what this dandelion could use is a healthy dose of 2, 4-D. That herbicide is almost banned in many countries despite my college professor’s insistence that it was safe! safe! even as a main ingredient of Agent Orange. I’m sure you’d easily find entire tanks of it lying around in an old farmer’s barn somewhere.
But I digress.
If you’re thinking it’s a weed, you’re plumb wrong.
This dandelion, friends, is the most beautiful flower in all the universe because Ethan picked it for me at the bus stop this morning, and gave it to me – completely without shame – right in front of all the other kids.
The dandelions he picks for me serve as a yearly reminder that my little boy is growing up, and it will soon be considered very uncool to go around picking flowers for your mom.
For now, though, for this moment, I’ll take this dandelion and faithfully place it in a bud vase filled with water, knowing full well it will probably last only a few hours – likely not even a full day – before shriveling up as dandelions do when removed from their natural environs.
After all, though thinking of it just about breaks my heart in two, this dandelion may be the last he gives me.