A single weed in a field of yellow can be magical.
It’s that time in Spring when dandelions create a magical golden carpet on park fields.
T and I enjoyed a nice walk on Mothers Day. The sun was shining and it was warm enough for T-shirts, shorts and crocs.
“Oh my God, stop taking stupid pictures,” T screamed, because he wanted to play with me.
Seeing the futility in his whining, he asked if he could borrow my phone. Then he snapped this delightful photo.
Then he yanked up more dandelions.
Like many others, I enjoy looking at NASA photos of fascinating outer space places like Mars.
But I also think living on Mars would lose its novelty quickly.
I bet Martians would find dandelion fields enchanting – and if they end up being hostile, allergies will kill them off.
It really is about perspective – and one thing that helps ground me is gratitude.
I often start my day with prayer and give thanks for things I’m grateful for. This often clears the fog in my head, redirects stress and gives a boost of energy to step into my day.
To be clear, it’s not about ignoring challenges or pretending things are all ok.
It’s about choosing a mindset on how to deal with the good, bad and everything in between.
When raising a neurodiverse child, it’s an invitation to take a deep breath.
To reframe a challenge as an opportunity to grow.
To try differently not harder.
To see the blessings when it’s easier to focus on the disability.
To find laughter in the absurdity.
And I’d like to share a few things from the past week that I feel grateful for:
For T’s CYW, who is a Godsend. Thanks to her, T is growing academically and socially – and finding the confidence to participate more in class.
For the bright colours blooming in our garden.
For the announcement of new Kylie Minogue music on its way. Already in love with the look and sound of her upcoming era.
For moments when T wants to learn a new skill and help make his lunch.
For this delicious bowl of spicy beef and tendon noodle soup that I enjoyed at a Taiwanese restaurant, where we took Ma and my aunt for dinner to celebrate Mothers’ Day.
I am thankful for the moments – it’s often the small moments – that remind me that when you view ordinary things from a different lens, a single weed can be the golden spark that lights up the dark.