The Dandelion Crown

As I sat on the porch drinking my morning coffee, Denver plucked dandelions from the yard. She held the growing bouquet in her hand, smiling with joy at the flowers she gathered. I nodded as she showed me each one, letting out a little shriek each time she discovered a new patch of yellow in the grass.As her excitement grew, mine grew with it. I had been having a rough few days and the calmness of the morning mixed with the sun shining down made my world feel at peace, even if just for the moment.

As her excitement grew, mine grew with it. I had been having a rough few days and the calmness of the morning mixed with the sun shining down made my world feel at peace, even if just for the moment.

The dew from the grass glistened between her bare toes as she brought me the tops of the dandelions, squished into her tiny little fist. She dropped the yellow ball in front of me, running out to the yard for more. I took another sip of my coffee before getting up to help her pick more of the weeds.

The dew from the grass glistened between her bare toes as she brought me the tops of the dandelions, squished into her tiny little fist. She dropped the yellow ball in front of me, running out to the yard for more. I took another sip of my coffee before getting up to help her pick more of the weeds.

When she realized we were in this together, she ran along beside me, pointing out the ‘flowers’ she wanted me to grab. We both bent down to examine the ones we had chosen, building a new bouquet, this time with the stems still attached.

Once I had enough, I went back to my seat on the steps of the porch, laying the dandelions out on my lap. Just as I had when I was a kid, I intertwined the stems, carefully tying them to each other.
“What are you doing mommy?” Denver asked me, leaning on the porch railing with her head cocked to the side.

“Making you something,” I answered, without giving away my surprise. She did not look up from the project that was in my hands.

Together we watched as one dandelion turned into a long strand, growing as I added more knots to the craft I was working on. I could see the confusion on her face, with it was a look of wonder and awe. In her eyes, I had taken already beautiful flowers and was creating something even better. She was clearly impressed.

I finished the rope I was making, taking the stem of the end and wrapping it around one from the beginning of my project to make a loop.

“What’s that?” My beautiful little girl asked as she waited for me to do something with her flowers.
“Princess Denver!” I placed the crown of dandelions on her head. I couldn’t help but giggle as if I was no older than her by the excitement she had to my answer.

“You want one too?” she asked, already halfway to the grass to gather more so we could be princesses together.

Together. That was the word of the day. the dandelions, an unwanted weed, that managed to maintain a beauty that children couldn’t resist. Wrapped together they turned a little girl into a princess. Picking those dandelions together was more exciting to her than it had been to pick them alone.

Picking those dandelions together was more exciting to her than it had been to pick them alone.Together is how she wanted to be a princess. To share the throne of the spring morning with her mommy.

Together is how she wanted to be a princess. To share the throne of the spring morning with her mommy.

Together is how I was going to get through my rough patch.The stress that had been weighing on me still held in my stomach, never leaving my mind. The peace that had come from the togetherness though had shown me something.

The stress that had been weighing on me still held in my stomach, never leaving my mind. The peace that had come from the togetherness though had shown me something.
It showed me that my daughter was much brighter than I in so many ways, something that I’m often reminded of.
Dandelions may not seem wanted, but there are people who see them for their beauty and not their reputation as a weed.

Working together made everything better, for both of us. A smile was shared as we enjoyed our adventure. From one flower – to a string – to a beautiful crown, together turned the weeds into a gift fit for royalty.

I realized I was being stubborn. I wasn’t going to get through it alone and reaching out meant joining together with some of the people I loved. Even if I felt like a weed, I realized that being together with the people I loved would turn me into the ‘princess’ I would soon be.

I let go of the handle to my mug and stood back up to help again. Together me and Princess Denver gathered new flowers so that I could have my own crown, turning into Princess Mommy.

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