For You, Mom

For You, Mom

Getting ready to walk home from the church/school playground that is less than a block away from our house, one of my girls ran off behind a small hill for a moment. She shortly returned to our line up of three bikes and a double stroller with two lovely yellow daffodils in her outstretched hand. “For you, Mom.”

“Oh, thank you,” I said, smiling at her thoughtfulness. She beamed with joy at how much her action pleased me.
At the same time, I worried a bit at her innocent mistake in picking the planted flowers that were part of the church’s landscaping. Oops!
How do you gently explain the difference between the wild flowers and weeds they can pick for their mom and the flowers they really should leave alone to admire? How do you do this without discouraging their generous spirit and spontaneity?
Sigh.

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4 thoughts on “For You, Mom

  1. Oohhh, those darling, innocent little gifts of love that make you cry! How lovely…
    I know just what you mean…we mothers want to be so careful not to trample on those precious hearts while we’re attempting to teach!
    I say, in this case, Jesus is glad to share! It’s His house, after all! There will be another Sunday when you can take a moment to explain that the flowers can’t be picked because they belong to the church.

    Bless you, Sarah! You have lovely daughters!

  2. What a great gift! Like you I wouldn’t know what to do either. In my case we are still working on not eating the flowers…haha. I guess thats the beauty of motherhood it’s not just a learning process for the kids but a learning process for us moms :O)
    PS: I don’t know if you had a chance to read my comment but I too grew up in Miami! How funny! I left there when I was 23though..haha and am now a Kansan..go figure,what a difference right? Best wishes and HAve a fantastic week!

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