Saved by a Flower
From the moment I opened the door at preschool, I knew it was one of Those Days. Alexis was in a miserable mood, despite her excitement at winning a first place trophy during a race at school today. Which, WTH? How is a child of mine fast at riding a scooter? That seems impossible.
Anyway.
She spent the evening inventing reasons to be pissed off. First the sprinkler was in the front yard instead of the back yard which OMG! Don't even thing about forcing the kid run through the sprinkler that you're using to try to rescue the River Birch that seems hell-bent on dying. There is to be NO multi-purpose sprinkler usage. Didn't you get the memo?
Then she wanted to play in the big hole in the ground where I was working, but since I'm wild and crazy when I have a shovel in my hands, I wouldn't let her. Please pity the poor weeping child who has been denied a shot at having her head bashed with a shovel.
The grass tripped her.
The table reached out and smacked the side of her head.
The pool boiled the water and tried to burn her.
And then she found some tiny little weeds in the yard. These, to be exact:
(Image source) (I was standing in the hole or I would have taken my own picture. So sue me.)
White clover. I suggested that she pick a few and then encouraged her to try smelling them. She carefully assembled a full bouquet then drew a long, deep breath, letting their sweet scent fill her lungs.
And suddenly it was all OK.
Reader Comments (20)
Glad to hear that all was right with the world.
Also WTH is up with me being all glass is half empty lately. I think I am going to blame the heat.
I also found this blog which has a helpful diagram if you scroll down a ways: http://yokohamayomama.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-make-clover-necklaces.html
Good luck! Post lots of pictures!! :)
Anyhoo, Caroline's comment reminded me of that, and I thought I'd share. Remind me, and I'll tell you exactly what the poem says when I find the little card.
And seriously, Mom. Don't you know it's <i>always</I> the table's fault?
@caroline: That is a precious memory!
@Emily: Thanks for sharing the crown idea and some links! The BurghBaby family won't be the only one trying that out!
I have a very small vase (just a few inches high) that I keep specifically for when my boys pick me flowers. Then, when the present them, I get out their "special vase" to put them in. I usually just get dandelions and such but that's OK. I love that they want to bring me flowers.
Glad she stopped to smell the flowers, We can all take a lesson,
Good luck with the hole. I read in your random post that you were racing the one year anniversary of moving. It doesn't seem like it has been a year. Time goes too fast.
And the part about being denied a shovel-whack? HILarious!
I love those flowers (I won't call them w\eeds). My daughter spends hours in our backyard picking them and handing us bouquets. I don't have memories of that as a child, but I sure do have them as a mom whenever I look at the clover flowers.
And, dude. Cooper got angry with me last week (again) for putting the railing in a place where it could hit his head. You know, the railing that is fixed to the same place it has been fixed for the last 3 years we have lived in our house.)