Yesterday while running errands Elijah stumbled across a section of flowers and stopped. He looked around in amazement then fixed his eyes on a specific set of flowers. “Mommy! These flowers will be perfect for you! They’re beautiful…like you.” He grabbed the flowers and proudly walked towards the cashier and said, “I want to buy these for my Mommy!” Although I was the one who actually paid, Elijah bought my first bouquet of flowers this year. Please do not misunderstand, my husband purses me and surprises me with gifts countless times throughout the year, just not with flowers. While I think flowers can be breathtaking, they are not my thing. Correction. They weren’t my thing.
In my last blog I finally shared my silent struggle with postpartum depression. Within this previous post I explained that my days fluctuate between great and terrible. Yesterday was terrible. Well, it started off terrible.
Time and time again this little angel of mine takes these little moments and marks my heart. He had no idea how hard it was for me to get out of bed, how heavy I had been feeling all morning, how pessimism had been consuming me but his little gesture of love erased every negative emotion and every negative thought. Acts of kindness, no matter how simple and no matter how small, are significant. Elijah’s gift has been a gift that keeps on giving. Not the beautiful bouquet currently bringing life into our living room but his kindness, his pure heart, his desire to see his Mommy happy.
When a child gives you something, something as small as a pebble or a beautiful bouquet of flowers, embrace it and encourage it because they are our future and the world needs their kindness.