Unconditional
Yesterday, Marc took the boys to the park for three solid hours of hardcore, all-out, total gonzo playtime, so I could knock down some of my insane to-do list. And when they got home, Rowan sidled shyly up to me, and waited for me to shift my attention from the screen to him.
One at a time, he pulled from his pocket an unruly mix of small flowers. Clovers, which are hardy and endured the compression well, and buttercups, which didn’t, so much. He deposited them one after another into my hand and said “I picked flowers for you, Mama, because I love you.”
Without waiting for a reply, he turned around and headed outside to jump on the trampoline. So he didn’t see me get all teary-eyed. It didn’t matter that I reacted; it mattered that he’d done what he’d intended to do.
Unconditional love, five-year-old style.
Beautiful. Just beautiful. I love those little gestures and moments - they just make it all worth the effort! Thankyou for sharing one of those moments with us!