The beauty of one’s actions lies in their intentions.
One often views dandelions as pesky weeds. The hubby spends at least one weekend each Spring digging them up from our yard.
But viewed through the eyes of a curious six year old, they offer an often overlooked beauty.
Our world has contracted once again thanks to a return of stay-at-home orders. T is back to virtual learning and day camps are closed.
I’m too tired to complain and we’re focusing what’s left of our energy on keeping T calm, happy, and up-to-date with his school work.
The past week was supposed to be Spring break and T would’ve been in camp with his friends.
Instead, we camped at home. As the hubby and I had work, we kept learning stuff to a minimum.
Each day, we did 30 minutes of reading practice, took him for long walks and did one activity, like baking and kitchen science. The rest of the day, he fended for himself.
I reminded myself about this post I wrote last year about teaching and letting kids to be bored.
T did great. Yes, there was lots of screen time. But there were also hours lost of him just playing with his toys and talking to himself. Meltdowns were a minimum.
I enjoyed when our guest room door would open while I was on a work call and he’d poke his head in and I’d ask him if he’d like to say hello to my colleagues and he’d scream loudly, “No!”
After work on Wednesday, T and I went for a long walk.
He noticed the dandelions. He stopped every few steps to pluck one from the ground.
I noticed after a while that he had bunched them into a bouquet in his hands.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“I’m making a gift for you and daddy,” he said.
He held them on our walk back. When we opened the front door, he held the bouquet behind his hands and told the hubby he had a surprise.
In these pandemic days, these small gestures of genuine childlike kindness make our days.
Very soon, the school field behind our home will be covered in a yellow carpet of dandelions. We’ll be sure to take out a larger basket for T on our walks at that time.
During bedtime, I told T how proud and thankful I was that he was doing a great job keeping himself busy. He wrapped his arms around my left arm and snuggled for a few minutes.
Shortly after, he was out for the day.