Why Dandelions?

I'll never forget the pure joy and happiness that shone in the eyes of each of my boys as they have presented me with the golden jewels of springtime -- dandelions. I'm sure they thought they had found the most beautiful flower on earth.

I carefully hold each bouquet, reach for my special bud vase, fill it with water and gently arrange the varied-lengthed flowers. I gush words of praise. Hugs and kisses of thanks are lavished upon their heads before they make quick turns on their heels to return to play.

Do they know that most people pay a hefty price to kill dandelions from their yard?

For my first Mother's Day, Dave gave me a tape (!) with the song Dandelions by Five Iron Frenzy. I cried listening to it; although Ben was too young to pick dandelions, and our 10 foot by 20 foot patch of New Mexico grass was not graced with any, I knew that someday my little boy would grab a handful for me.

Here's the lyrics:


In a field of yellow flowers,
underneath the sun,
bluest eyes that spark with lightning,
boy with shoes undone.
He is young, so full of hope,
reveling in tiny dreams,
filling up, his arms with flowers,
right for giving any queen.

Running to her beaming bright,
while cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light,
within his mother's eyes.
She holds them to her heart,
keeping them where they'll be safe,
clasped within her very marrow,
dandelions in a vase.

She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.
all hope is found.
Here is everything he needs.

Fathomless your endless mercy,
weight I could not lift.
Where do I fit in this puzzle,
what good are these gifts?
not a martyr, or a saint,
scarcely can I struggle through.
All that I have ever wanted,
was to give my best to you.

Lord, search my heart,
create in me something clean.
Dandelions
you see flowers in these weeds.
Gently lifting hands to heaven,
softened by the sweetest hush,
a Father sings over his children,
loving them so very much.
More than words could warrant,
deeper than the darkest blue,
more than sacrifice could merit,
Lord, I give my heart to you.


So what do dandelions have to do with homeschooling and me?

I am so not perfect at homeschooling, or being a mom, or wife. I try my best, ask for God's help, and make mistakes. All I do is to give my best to God. I give Him my dandelions, and I pray He sees flowers instead.