I'm so thankful for weeds. Whether they are growing in
my yard, poking through cracks in a bustling city or spread out in all their
glory across a country field. They offer such great inspiration in color
and texture. I find them completely beautiful. And a great reminder
to let nature have it's way once in a while.
Why are they weeds? Whose to say which bloom is a
flower and which a weed?
This reminds me of my children and that I need to let them
grow little a wild and free like weeds. I remind myself not to force them into
a box of who I think they should be. I remind myself to let them be who
they will be and sprout up the way they were intended. Don't prune away
too much, let their natural beauty and joy shine through.
Of course I'm not talking about discipline or areas of
morality. There I am a constant gardener.
I'm talking about giving them a break, not trying to control
everything - let them make a few messes, questionable fashion choices, let them
dive into a project even if it takes over the kitchen table. Let them
have questions about who they are and how they fit in the world and give them
the space to figure out those answers as they go along.
I remind myself to relax and enjoy those wild
little things while I can. Just like weeds and flowers they will be
floating off into the world all too soon. And I'm so thankful for every
minute with them.
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You can learn more about Heather at her blog Humblebeads