Smelling the Tulips

A little over a year ago, I wrote about how my daughters and I enjoyed an evening of four-leaf clover hunting.  While we haven’t searched clover recently, my youngest daughter and I did spend an evening smelling the tulips.

This is my second favorite time of year because I love the smell of spring (though not the crazy pollen that makes my car turn colors, causes my throat to be scratchy, and makes all my friends sneeze uncontrollable).   The past couple of days it’s been raining here in Baltimore which draws out the earthy smell I love.  You can smell the dirt, the stench of new composted manure, and the flowers.  


Flowers, did I mention my youngest daughter is OBSESSED with smelling every single flower she passes.  She has taken to heart the saying, “Stop and smell the roses” and every other flower including weeds. And while at times, like when we are walking to school already 10 minutes late, this habit of flower sniffing bugs the living daylights out of me, most of the time I appreciate her reminding me to take time to enjoy the beauty of God’s creation.  

These past few weeks of jumping back into work after 12 weeks of being off with the little one has been a little crazy, to say the least.  It feels like nothing ever happens when it is suppose to or takes 10 times longer than it should.  I had forgotten how time isn’t your own with a newborn.  

Time isn’t your own, though sometimes I forget that.  Most of the time, I think I own it and that I can control it.  But lucky for me, I have kids.  Kids who remind me that I’m not God, that there are more important things in life than being on time, and that taking time to smell the tulips really is best way to spend your time. 

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