I might be a Wildflower.

It is Spring here on the east coast of the US, and the flowers are popping up out of the ground everywhere. Since I am allergic to bees, growing flowers has never been one of my hobbies. However, I have friends and family who have very green thumbs and grow beautiful flowers in their gardens and flower beds. They enjoy so much planning and planting these spaces each spring and watching them mature into the summer. The tulips, daffodils, irises, roses, azaleas, peonies, etc. planted in neat rows and carefully cultivated by the gardener. You can see all the pictures on social media and appreciate the time and attention it takes to bring such beauty into this world.

With Mother's Day coming this weekend all the florists are creating amazing arrangements to make your mom feel extra special. I am a weird mom, that appreciates the beauty of these flowers, but I do not identify with these carefully cultivated creations. No, I have never seen myself like a delicate rose or pastel, fluffy peony.

If I am honest, I see the wildflowers growing in the medians on the highway and find myself identifying more with those beauties - the daisies, dandelions, and clover. The way they live simply, outside the clean rows and making the best of the soil they are planted in. They bravely poke their blooms out amongst cars and trucks zooming by on either side. These wildflowers fearlessly withstand the ever-changing environmental conditions and construction zones. That is more like my life most days. I bravely bloom where I am planted, attempting to rise above all the chaos with my arms and eyes reaching longingly toward patches of sun.

How often do you drive by and give these brave blooms just a passing glance, or ignore them entirely?

Do you wonder why they are even there because it seems like an exercise in futility to plant flowers in the midst of highway?

Yet, there they are...thriving against our better judgement and bringing beauty to this space as rebellion against the metal boxes filling the air with exhaust and zooming off to somewhere more "important."

I mean what mama can't identify with that? So, yes! I might be a Wildflower.

This Spring, I will be diving into what these Wildflowers are teaching me. Join in our blog posts and see if maybe you are a Wildflower too.