Dandelion

I point out the flowers to Tobias on a regular basis.  He likes to pick the flowers and carry them with him until they resemble nothing of their former glory. Obviously its not flowers out of meticulously preened flower beds that I allow the pickings to occur . . . its the Dandelions and other wild flower types that his chubby, nearly 3 year old, hand pulls up. He will repeat the word flower many times and by then end of most walks he has quite the smooshed, orange and green, bouquet forming in his warm palm.

His favorite of all, though, is the Dandelion after its gone to seed . . . known familiarly as the wish flower . . . blow the cotton-like seeds into the air as you make wish.  He loves blowing off all the feathery seeds.  It took some convincing he didn’t need to blow on every flower, wish flower or not, that he picked . . . though I’m not sure why I’m driven to correct him in his imaginings . . . so dull we adults can be.

This coming Friday, April 11th, marks three years that . . . THREE years, I gave birth to Tobias via induction.  I had a pretty severe case of preeclampsia and the doctor was worried about me keeling over in the midst of the going ons of my life. Yeah, that’d be bad, I suppose. Anyhoo . . . induced I was and 6 hours later I saw Tobias for the first time . . . though not for long as he was wheeled away to the NICU due to oxygen saturation levels being in the red.

Ok, I will write about Tobias, the birth and raising for the past three years, all week.

I wrote to mention this.

Hence the reason for the heading on my blog . . . its a wish flower, if you couldn’t tell by my crop and resizing job.

Tobias’ favorite.

New momma . . . I had no idea what lay in store for me.  I praise God He kept me and my boys under HIS grace . . . and HE still does!!