Dear Purple Snapdragon,
Your stalk grew too tall.
You fell over every day.
I cradled you and propped you up.
Nothing worked. Nothing helped.
Finally I let you go.
I put you in the garden to fend for yourself.
I gave you water and walked away.
And what did you do?
You made it on your own.
You are curving toward the sun.
You look proud and beautiful.
I gave you roots.
I gave you wings.
Both were hard.
I can’t stop admiring your beautiful curve as you find your way up.
Your pink sisters are welcoming you.
I’m so proud of you.
Flowers are like children. They both need our care. And when we finally let go, it is a beautiful thing. Hug your child. Smile when it’s unexpected. Laugh a lot. Listen. Read together. Let it go. Look up and look down.
Because your child is a flower. Just ask Purple Snapdragon.