True confession: I have a soft spot for dandelions.
I mean, really, it’s a perennial wildflower.
This flower never makes its way into a bouquet of congratulations.
It is not wrapped in tissue paper or arranged into a planter.
It’s not exchanged between lovers to express undying, passionate affection.
We all love the rare
elusive beauties that make us swoon.
But at what point did the ordinary become something distasteful?
Or even repulsive?
But have you ever gotten one given to you by a child?
Thrust into your hand by grubby little fingers, announced either with shy pride, or bursting joy?
“Here! I picked these just for you!”
Somehow a child sees the dandelion for what it is:
They know deep within that it is special.
Something that bursts out from the rest of the grass with
Bright yellow joy.
And then, even more magic.
The show is not over yet.
As the dandelion begins its journey toward the end,
The once vivid yellow petals become
A soft, halo of tufted seeds,
Surrounding the center core
That can be spread for miles with
Just a puff.
Carried on the wind,
Assuring that the cycle of life and
Ordinary miracle will repeat itself
Again and again.
When does a child learn that a dandelion
Isn’t something to be delighted in?
When do we all give in to others’ perceptions
Of what is beauty?
What is treasure?
Be like the dandelion today.
Have the courage to be