Everyday I pick my son up from school.
He is nowhere to be found.
The first time he did this I panicked.
I thought he had walked home.
But the 100 th time I know better.
My son’s school prides itself on their well run carpool line.
When my car doesn’t move they have to go and find him.
He is always picking dandelions.
He tells me “Can you believe all those wishes and nobody notices ?”
This happens day after day.
The wishes blind him to the fact that the school is losing their efficiency with my son attending.
My son is not efficient.
When my son finally gets in the car he shows me a handful of dandelions.
He gives me one.
I blow it and make a wish out the car window.
You see I am in love with wishes too.
And I am holding up the carpool line to make mine.
I tell my son he must really love me to give me this dandelion.
His reply is that he had so many he had to give one away.
We argue over this point.
Love or surplus?
But I know what he means because sometimes I feel like I have so much love in my heart I have to give some away.
Sending love your way.