Rarely does a mom, or a grandma, tire of a little one coming to them, with a BIG SMILE lifting a fist-full of wild flowers.
It seems every child sees more flowers growing than adults do.
Perhaps because they are shorter and closer to the ground.
Perhaps because their life is more simple and they look for the beauty around them.
But WHY do these little ones feel compelled to bring them to a mom or grandma? That is always puzzling.
They SEE the beauty of the flowers, they DECIDE to pick them so they can SHARE them with mom or grandma. And we all take them and put them into a glass and enjoy their LOVE until they wilt and we hurriedly throw them away , hoping the little one will not notice and say anything.
Most every mom and grandma has experienced this kind of surprise love gift. Their eyes dancing with joy as they lift their fist-full of wild flowers to you.
We never think things like: "HOW CHEAP you are being, you little squirt!" We never think that their love is minute because they have given us a costless gift.
All we know is that for that second of time, our heart is bursting with LOVE for a little one who has taken the time to surprise us with a gift that he/she picked.
They saw beauty and thought of us!
It doesn't get much better than that!
Sadly, as we grow older, we somehow think our gifts have to cost more, or they are meaningless. We expect gifts on our Birthday, Mother's Day, Valentine's Day, Easter, Christmas, Sweetheart's day and on and on. In fact many women feel unloved if no gift is received on those special days.
Oh to go back to the small gifts that you know come from someone just seeing beauty and wanting to SHARE that beauty with you!
Like sharing a sunrise or sunset with someone.
Like looking for seashells on the beach with someone you care about.
Like sitting on a blanket with a friend and watching the ocean waves roll in.
Like walking around the block hand in hand with your spouse!
Like watching TV holding hands with a loved one.
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Like this morning:
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My hubby
(of 40 plus years)
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brought in
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a fist-full of wild flowers
..... for me!
I am Loved!
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