The original title of this post was going to be, “Farmer’s Market finally open!” Throughout the course of the morning, that changed.
We got up and went to Farmer’s Market. We were expecting to eat breakfast afterwards at some cafe somewhere instead of wasting the morning eating and then getting to the market. I was excited! I have been waiting all winter for the Farmer’s Market to start back up again.
After finally getting the baby up at close to 9 a.m., we set out. I gave each child a $5 bill for the morning (I had no change) and they were as excited as I was.
Brendan started off with purchasing a $2 carton of Strawberries. My boys do love their fruit! From there, they got to taste some popcorn – the same popcorn they have tasted a hundred times and we wandered around the shops set up. I snapped random pictures, enjoying my new camera, and the boys spent nearly all their money on the little things that they want. As I’m sure I’ve said before, I enjoy giving them a little bit of pin money to do as they wish. I find it teaches them the value of the money they have, possibly saving for something else, and a measure of freedom in picking their own treats at the Farmer’s Market.
They each got a cookie for 50c from this kind lady. She sells gluten-free cookies and whatnot. The boys don’t require gluten-free but they don’t seem to mind if they get something that way.
Checking out the ducks on the Snake River.
Well, don’t get your head stuck, boys.
As we were leaving, we spotted an extension to the Farmer’s Market a little bit down the road. We stopped there for the boys to play on the Bounce House while I perused the few booths along this strip.
We’re calling this one, “Wait for me, Brendan!”
They were so cute!
Just before we left to go find a small breakfast in a cafe, I saw (and, of course, Caiden saw) a mobile donut station. They made donuts in front of the children and put some pretty color flavorings on them. I put up the $1 apiece to get each child a small bag of their own.
“mmmm…. flavored sugar!”
“They say Caiden ate a Smurf. I ate a pink Smurf!”
“Yes, Mom. It was delicious!”
On the way back to Rendy, Jen pointed out a pretty flower. Since I haven’t been able to take pictures of flowers with my new camera yet, I thought this was perfect! The sun was shining and the little flower was so beautiful. I stooped low and snapped a few quick pictures. I remembered about the “Rule of Thirds” and put that singular flower by itself, made sure it was in focus and the other clump of flowers was not. I took the time to get it put just right in the viewer and snapped the picture. Without another thought, leaving that flower to its life, I started back towards the car.
Brendan had Other Ideas
He (and his brother) have always been told that “Flowers Get Kisses.” Whenever they bring me a flower, I kiss them. I’ve been doing it for years and I love when they bring me flower after flower just for mommy’s special kisses. It means so much to me that they are seeking of my love and approval (in the form of kisses) when they bring me a flower they thought was perfect for their mother.
Except for Today
Apparently, Brendan Felt Mommy Needed a Flower & He Obviously Wanted a Kiss
That same, beautiful, small singular flower that I had snapped pictures of was in his hand and he was holding it out to me like the grand prize of the biggest contest ever. He was expecting a huge kiss and hug for bringing Mommy the flower she was so excited to take pictures of.
“Um. Thank you, Brendan?”
I was trying not to let him know I was disappointed in him for destroying that pretty flower by plucking it from the ground. How can you explain to a “nearly” 5-year old that picking the flower from a community plot at the side of a city street isn’t the best idea?
Children so often just want their mother’s approval and love. They do the little things that mean almost nothing to us “big folk” because they think it brings them mommy’s love. They don’t understand the sacred flowers that shouldn’t be touched living in the middle of the city (or a neighbor’s precious flower garden). Their thoughts are so pure and motivated by nothing more than a simple desire to please. I can almost see Brendan thinking to himself, “Mom has always kissed me for bringing her a flower. She took pictures of this flower so she must love it. This flower is just sitting here. I’ll give to her and she’ll kiss me, hug me and love me forever.”
I fail to see the point of deliberately crushing this poor child’s spirit by berating him for plucking the flower and bringing it to me. I took a picture of him holding it, gave him the kiss he was seeking and set the flower gently on the dash of Rendy for the drive home.
So, today wasn’t about the Farmer’s Market – it was all about how “Flowers Get Kisses.”