Gift of Flowers

Flowers from The Little Empress

I confess that I’ve never been much of a flower person. I mean, I like flowers but I don’t grow flowers in my garden — my poor garden is a blog entry in and of itself…. — and I don’t have any flowers (or any plants for that matter) in the house. This has never been a conscious thing for me. It’s just, well, I’ve never really thought about flowers all that much except in the obligatory romantic sense.

Thank God I have The Little Empress to remind me that a simple gift like freshly picked flowers can be a real joy. She loves flowers and constantly points out flowers whenever she seems them, signing and saying “fwah-fwah” which is her word for “flowers”. On a recent trip to my parents’ house, my mom took The Little Empress outside where she picked some “fwah-fwah”. She happily rushed right back, absolutely brimming with pride and give me the flowers she had picked. Sadly, I was absolutely exhausted and napping so I did not wake up.

Later, my mom and my sister told me about how TLE tried to give me the flowers. I just about cried. I called TLE over to me, hoping that I hadn’t hurt her feelings by not waking up when she first wanted to show me the flowers. Luckily, I didn’t. She was so happy to show me the ‘fwah-fwah’, proudly proclaiming the big bunch of flowers “mama” and the littler bunch of flowers “baby”. (So. damn. cute!)

As I’ve gotten older and more cynical, I’ve tended to look view gifts as something more obligatory than heartfelt. This tiny, heartfelt gift from my 2 year old daughter this really touched me and reminded me that despite my own cynical point of view, life (and childhood) can be such a beautiful thing.