weed bouquets are my favorite

by ck on May 3, 2013

I don’t like it when you smear yellow on my chin just to see if it “works.”

I don’t like the way you “can’t hear me” when you race off to the areas of the field to get flowers for your “wedding.”

I don’t like finding pollen in my pocket or petals melted to the walls of the dryer.

I don’t like pulling long, twisty stems out of the beater bar of the vacuum.

I don’t like cleaning water off of your dresser when the paper cup vase you used disintegrated.

I don’t like how damp and sandy they always feel, regarless of the time of day.

And I don’t like wondering if I have to keep holding them, or if I can toss them in the grass after you seem to have forgotten.

So I always hold them. I always bring them home. They always die on my counter and make their way under furniture.

Because I know that for the rest of my life, as I walk through the park and see dandelions and “peanut-butter cups” dotting across the tops of the fields, I will think of you.

And as you grow older and your taste in flowers matures and you bring me gifts of lilies and roses and tulips, I will love them. I will arrange them in beautiful vases and smile at you over the tips of their petals.

But weed bouquets will always be my favorite.

©2009 CEK. All Rights Reserved.




I’m super excited to introduce you all to my wonderful friend Marianne at White Peach Pottery. I told her of my love of weed bouquets and how I’ve never been able to find vases the right size for them, and like the artist she is, she just went and created a line of Mommy Vases. (I love being around artistic people – they’re so inspiring!) She’s selling them at the Mom’s Night Out in Shrewsbury, NJ on Sunday night, and will be putting them up for sale on her site after that. They’re all unique and handmade and she’s selling them for just $7.00. The perfect springtime gift for the mom–or little girl–in your life.


Keyona October 19, 2009 at 8:55 pm

I understand. I understand too well. All the things that drive us crazy now we will terribly miss someday.

CGT October 19, 2009 at 9:16 pm

I really really loved that!!!!!!!!!

Gigi October 19, 2009 at 9:28 pm

That was absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!!!! And so very true. I can still remember when mine asked me to hold his treasures (rocks). I kinda miss those days….

Dawn October 19, 2009 at 9:44 pm

Boys don’t tend to give weed bouquets…you are a very lucky mom!

Jessica October 19, 2009 at 10:01 pm

so sweet….bud vases and window sills were invented for such bouquets.

TheKitchenWitch October 19, 2009 at 10:26 pm

Those are kinda pretty for weeds…

My kids collect leaves: equally annoying because they dry up and crumble all over the freaking house.

And be careful when they are old enough to bring you lilies…the stamens of those suckers turn your chin yellow, too :)

momto3 October 19, 2009 at 11:16 pm

I have many pictures of my one and only girl picking and smelling the weeds. Baskets and armfulls she would pick. She would run up to me and say, “mommy I pickdid these for you in the balley of flowers.” Thanks for the sweet reminder.

Mira October 19, 2009 at 11:44 pm

this is why I have to move back to the suburbs. The only thing to pick here are neighbor flowers and that’s not a good idea…

Michele October 20, 2009 at 1:26 am

WOW… that was incredible!!
What an amazing post! I also love the “weed bouquets”… and the same thing happens with them at my house too. Except for a few of the first ones, which I pressed into a book…

So glad I stumbled upon your blog tonight.
You’re awsome!!! Instantly, I “heart” you :)

Unknown Mami October 20, 2009 at 1:40 am

You put your weed in it…

Not appropriate for the post, but I couldn’t help myself.

'cuz I'm the mommy, that's why October 20, 2009 at 2:03 am

I love my “fwowers” from my little Poose. He always gets just the bloom, so mine are usually floating in a cup or bowl of water for a few days…

shannon October 20, 2009 at 2:52 am

awesome post.

insider53 October 20, 2009 at 6:19 am

Oh so true and so poignant.

The Curious Cat October 20, 2009 at 6:47 am

Awww! Reminds me of when I was a kid and I tried to encourage my little brother to woo a girl using a bunch of dandelions and a jar of tad poles! :) xxx

Court October 20, 2009 at 7:07 am

Beautiful! Kaiya’s thing is sticks. She loves to give me sticks and does it with such ferver I can’t help but be excited too.

Jen October 20, 2009 at 7:57 am

I love how your posts are so real. One minute your dumping her ass in bed and the next your cuddling over flowers. It so could be my house.

I wonder if my boys will one day pick me weeds????

~Laura October 20, 2009 at 8:47 am

What a simple and sweet post! It’s those little everyday things that I think will stick with us the longest. She actually has quite a good eye for arrangement. It’s quite a pretty little bouquet!

Futureblackmail October 20, 2009 at 9:12 am

I love that this post is after the “now I dump your ass in bed” post. It just goes to show that we have our moments/days but we always bounce back and recognize that these moments (even the bad ones) are precious and cherished.

But WHY does the paper cup have to break on her solid wood dresser. The only set of furniture that matches completely in our house is E’s and she likes to water it. Ugh.

mayhemandmoxie October 20, 2009 at 9:48 am

I adored this post, CK. Mostly because each and every time we walk out of our front door, my son picks a weed bouquet and presents it to me as the most precious thing he could possibly give me.

And you know something, I suppose it is. Thank you for helping me to recognize it.


ymK October 20, 2009 at 9:48 am

This was beautiful, and I completely understand. I am always asked to stop at random places, because she wants to get me ‘flowers’. And then she has to get 5: One for Mama, one for Papa, one for baby, one for Grandma and one for Grandpa. So I have a collection of 5 rocks, 5 leaves, and 5 acorns on my counter these days.

evenshine October 20, 2009 at 10:54 am

Lovely. I remember doing this to my mom. They were always gone by the next day…

sunnymom October 20, 2009 at 10:54 am

I also love my weeds from Tooters. Just the act alone touches my heart because she is thinking of me while playing in the yard. I even pressed the first one she ever brought to me. Corny I know but she is my only child and I have to treasure every second given to me.

parenting BY dummies October 20, 2009 at 10:54 am

Gotta love the weeds! Mine are never so full (I guess boys’ aren’t entertained quite as long with the picking of flowers), but I still appreciate my one crumpled flower or my lone, already blown on a wish dandelion and I hope that they will still bring me flowers when they are bigger boys. I’m afraid that they will be blowing their entire flower budget on other girls, but I’m not above hoping they will think of me too from time to time:)

Ink October 20, 2009 at 1:22 pm

I’m teary. Eldest is always bringing me dandelions and I know that when we’re older, I’ll wish he still did.

Tiffany October 20, 2009 at 2:13 pm

The best. Just like I’ve saved post-it notes before over beautiful artwork…b/c it said “I love my mommy”. Perfect.

Ed October 20, 2009 at 5:03 pm

“And I don’t like wondering if I have to keep holding them, or if I can toss them in the grass after you seem to have forgotten.”

If I had a nickel for every time I looked at their mother and could almost read that in a thought bubble above her head …

theycallmejane October 20, 2009 at 5:24 pm

Awwww…this is the best! My husband teases (and secretly wishes I’d toss their creations) me about how our home is decorated with “kid art” everywhere – vases, pictures, paper flowers, picture frames. I told him “Get used to it!” Because someday they’ll be too busy to bother with making something for mom.

theUngourmet October 20, 2009 at 6:51 pm

If you don’t stop with the sentimental mommy posts I’m going to have to send you the bill for my computer keyboard repair. Apparently tears aren’t good for it! :D

I do so love weed bouquets!

Grace Matthews October 21, 2009 at 7:42 am

I love it when my little fart brings me flowers. I hate his Pre-School teacher from last year that thought it would be a good idea to grow grass. I have grass growing in my kitchen that is as long as my hair. I think we will donate it to Locks of Love.

GoonieMomma October 21, 2009 at 8:32 am

A beater bar! That’s what that thing is called?!?

Lil Daddy must be a modernist, he’s a stick collector, too. Yesterday, while carrying him on my shoulders and getting smacked in the face by two sticks, one in each sweaty-lint-attracting fat little hand, I realized what he was trying to do: he was trying to put the sticks back into the trees…

The Mother October 21, 2009 at 1:52 pm

You have girls. They bring you flowers.

I had boys. You do NOT want to know what they handed me. I have slightly different memories of walking through fields.

Sarah October 21, 2009 at 2:16 pm

Yes. In every way. Yes.

And oh the sweetness of little girls. I’m a wee bit weepy after thinking swishy dresses in fields of wild flowers. Mama with petals in her hair. A crown of buttercups perched atop her head.


Voula October 21, 2009 at 5:59 pm

my daughter calls them dandilion sunflowers. I remember feeling so sad when my mom would toss them when she thought I wouldn’t notice, so I too, take them home, and watch them wither on the windowsill. Love your blog!

faemom October 22, 2009 at 2:05 am

Beautiful! I love those kinds of bouquets.

Casey October 28, 2009 at 11:39 pm

I love that you keep holding on, long after her attention is gone. I do the same thing but with me, it’s stickers or rocks or some other random damn thing that was gifted to me with love. Make it so much more valuable.

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