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.
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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.