by BERN MORLEY
My five year old son walked in this afternoon holding a daisy. It was a bit miserable this daisy. Short of stem and missing a few petals but it was the way he strode in towards me, arm outstretched, a little shy yet proud at the same time, presenting this little flower to me, that made my heart skip a beat.
“Is that for me?” I asked with an eager smile.
“No Mum, it’s for the babysitter.” And he walked on past me and sat down in front of the television to wait for her to arrive.
Of course. Emily the 16 year old babysitter who was currently the love of his life. Flowers were always reserved for those we wanted to make the biggest impression upon, how SILLY of me to forget.
But this got me thinking about flowers and what they represent to every woman during the different stages of their lives, whether they be young, old or in between. We are all drawn to flowers and what they represent for our own individual and distinctive reasons.
When I was a little girl, flowers to me were just a little bit magical. When I was only 6, my mother took me to a flower Carnival where I remember being entranced by the radiant and iridescent bouquets. I was fascinated by the rows of vivid colourful blooms that seemed to overwhelm my young and innocent senses. When the Queen of the Carnival threw me a yellow rose from her moving float, I was simply and utterly enchanted. A spell had been cast and I was forever entranced by the magic that a single flower brought with it.
As I grew, flowers started to symbolise different things to me. As a teenager they began to represent that I was special to someone. I still remember receiving my first bunch of flowers from a would-be suitor “just because”. It was a hot and unbearably sticky day that was only punctuated by the heady mix of young love and expectation. I was finally finished with exams for the year and was about to head down to the beach for a swim.
As I rounded the corner, the boy I was secretly in love with was standing there, waiting with a tiny yet charming bunch of daffodils. He was kicking the ground, all nervous like. He looked up and smiled his large goofy smile and thrust the flowers towards me and said nervously “I think you’ve earned these” I took them and we were inseparable for oh, at least 3 weeks. Ahh, young love.