P has hit the flower picking stage. A few days ago she picked this “flower” for me and brought it to the kitchen with such pride and enthusiasm. It made me realize that I need to look at the world from her point of view. A dandelion is a weed to me but to her it’s a flower. The seed pods specially are so beautiful and fun to blow.
I’ve had a hard time mustering up patience for P every single day. She two. She’s teething. I left the dandelion in the kitchen on my spoon rest as a constant reminder to look at the world from her point of view.
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