We have been working in the front garden for several days, cleaning things up, making things presentable. Each day, or rather, several times a day, Baby Girl would come to me and say, “Mama? Mama? Here are flowers I picked for you.”
Into my hand, then, she would carefully put a little handful of dandelion tops or raggedy clover.
This evening, then, we took a break and went to the back garden to weed the vegetable beds. As were heading in for dinner, she lingered outside. I didn’t think anything of it.
When she came in the back door a few minutes later, I heard her little voice say, “Mama? Mama! I picked flowers for you.” I smiled, thinking I would be getting another handful of weeds.
But when she came around the corner, instead of dandelions, in her hand were the tops of all the pink tulips.
I had to bite my lip to keep from saying, “Oh, no!!!”
I managed not to. I even managed to smile. How could I not, with her little shining face SO proud of the beautiful flowers she had brought her mama.
So instead I said, “Thank you so much, little one, they are beautiful. Let’s put them in some water and we’ll put them on the table for dinner.”
And she did a little happy dance.
Lest you think I am a paragon of light, love and self-discipline, let me assure you that when this same event happened with her brother when he was her age (what is it about little children and tulips?), I wasn’t nearly so sanguine. I did, in fact, say, “OH, NO!” and tell him not to pick any more. Remind me to give him some extra hugs tomorrow.
But as for tonight, a bit later Mr. Magpie said, “Those are lovely sweetheart, but let’s leave the rest of them to grow outside, okay?”
Baby Girl said, “Yes, so the flowers can come back next year.”
Mr. Magpie said, “Right, but any flowers that are still out there, we’ll leave them to grow outside, right?”
And she said, “Oh Daddy, I got them all!”
But she is right, they will grow back next year and we’ll have tulips in the garden again.
Meanwhile, I have a very pretty bunch of pink tulips for our table.
Short-stemmed, of course. It’s all the rage, don’t you know?
Hope the tulips are blooming at your house! 🙂