Seeing the Flowers for the Weeds

There is one blog I frequent that has given me some very good food for thought. Elizabeth and her daughters were having a day focused on dandelions complete with a recipe for dandelion syrup and pictures of the girls picking and measuring the blossoms for their creation. But it was what her daughter said when being tucked into bed that got me thinking:

"Some people call dandelions weeds.

Don't they see the flowers?

Everyone should have a girl to show her the flowers

when all they see are the weeds."

In a world, or mind, that strives for unreachable perfection, how many times do we discard the beauty or joy in the simple because it was not our ideal or goal? Or do we write it off as a complete failure because of an out of place or missing detail. Oh we need to remember what life was like through the eyes of a child; to blow the dandelion puffs instead of cringing at the ruined lawn to come. Life is already complicated enough without trying to place unattainable expectations on the situation. When we do, we loose the joy of the moment for the fussiness of the picture that is already airbrushed in the child's eyes.