I’ve never been a “flower” person… in any sense of the word. I don’t like receiving them (because they just wilt and die and you’re left with dirty dead plant water in a vase), they give me allergies, and they just don’t fit my personality. No matter how hard I try, it just doesn’t work. For me, life isn’t flowers and rainbows. It’s more like…
grass and rain.
simple, but vital.
So, whenever I would hear someone talk about women being like flowers, it just didn’t resonate with me. (And for those who it resonates with, you go, girl! You do you.) I understood the concept… we’re pretty, dainty, happy, life bearing, etc. but I just didn’t care for it at all.
Not until recently.
I was at a mass a few weeks ago and one of the readings was your classic “learn from the way the wildflowers grow” passage. Normally, I would have just dismissed it, thinking “don’t worry, blah blah, trust God, blah blah, self-esteem, blah blah, I’m beautiful, blah blah, I get it.” But for some reason, I was struck by “wildflower.”
And it’s not like it’s a new word or that there’s some underlying meaning to the Latin or Greek origins. It’s just a wildflower. They’re everywhere. There’s no rhyme or reason. I mean, they’re all the rage in Texas. Blue Bonnets come out and all of a sudden, everyone is having photo shoots in fields like they’re going to be on the feature photo of the next thoughtco or buzzfeed article.
But really, it’s just a damn plant.
So, why did it capture my attention so much?
Maybe it just happened to be because of the season of life I’m in. Maybe it’s because I subconsciously want a garden. I have no idea. But I think there’s just something to the way “wild” adds to “flower.” It’s not just a pretty, dainty, happy, and life-bearing thing. It’s now wild…it’s now natural.
I can be all these things a flower is, but in my own true nature.
I don’t have to be a pristine, perfect flower if I don’t want to be. You don’t have to be either. We can grow the ways we need, and want, to grow.