A Handful Of Dandelions
Drama
Living Parables
Illustrating The Message With Drama
Topic: Mother's Day, motherhood, joy of children
Characters: One woman
Props: Bouquet of dandelions
Scene: A house, no scenery needed
Mother:
(She is holding a bunch of dandelions in her hands) All through high school, I couldn't wait until prom night when I would get a corsage of beautiful flowers. They smelled so sweet. I still have some of those things pressed away in Webster's Unabridged Dictionary. Filed under the letter of the boy who took me.
I guess I'm a little silly about it all. I think it's because I love flowers. When Joe and I got married, we had flowers everywhere in the church and each table at the reception had fresh cut flowers. I really like flowers and have come to know the name of just about every one.
Joe, my husband, thinks I'm part bee. But he understands. Every anniversary, I get a long stem rose for each year we're married. The fiftieth is going to break him. I think he's started a savings account just for the flowers on that day.
Flowers are just so beautiful and so meaningful. Each bouquet says more and more about love and care. Have you ever noticed how delicate each little petal is? Or if you look inside, you see the pistil and stamen and the little pollen waiting to be taken on the legs of some buzzing honeybee to another flower, so more flowers can be born into this world. They are beautiful things that make everything they touch lovely.
This afternoon, Joe is taking me to get my flats of flowers for the gardens. Now, that's where I'll spend most of my afternoons and weekends. Out there digging, planting, fertilizing, and watering. It is so peaceful. So quiet. I get a lot of time with God when I'm down on my knees digging. It's good time. It's needed time. It's our time, God's and mine.
Yes, I love flowers. And I used to think that the more expensive the flower, the more valuable it was. I said "used to." That was until today. Joey, Jr. walked in just a few minutes ago, his face beaming. His smile showed off all those little baby teeth and he was so proud, so excited to give me something. I stooped down so I could look in those bright little eyes - if only they could have that innocence forever. It was then that he thrust into my face a lovely bouquet of flowers. Not expensive ones. Not rare ones. But ones that come with the hurricane force of a child's love. He gave me these - dandelions.
One time they were weeds that I wanted out of my beautifully manicured yard. Now, they've become the most beautiful flower a mother can see or hold or touch or smell. I used to like roses. Now, a handful of dandelions is my favorite.
Oh, I'm sorry, I've really gone on here. I've got to go anyway because dandelions are a multi-purpose flower. Did you know that if you rub them under your chin and it turns yellow, it reveals the answer to that age-old question, "Do you like butter?" Joey wants to find out if he likes butter. I just think he wants to be tickled. So I better pull out the old tickle fingers (waves fingers in the air) and get to work.
(Turns to leave, pauses, and turns back) Yeah, a mother's work is never done, but the high salary makes up for it. (She holds up the flowers) Joey, honey. (Calling to son)
Exit
Characters: One woman
Props: Bouquet of dandelions
Scene: A house, no scenery needed
Mother:
(She is holding a bunch of dandelions in her hands) All through high school, I couldn't wait until prom night when I would get a corsage of beautiful flowers. They smelled so sweet. I still have some of those things pressed away in Webster's Unabridged Dictionary. Filed under the letter of the boy who took me.
I guess I'm a little silly about it all. I think it's because I love flowers. When Joe and I got married, we had flowers everywhere in the church and each table at the reception had fresh cut flowers. I really like flowers and have come to know the name of just about every one.
Joe, my husband, thinks I'm part bee. But he understands. Every anniversary, I get a long stem rose for each year we're married. The fiftieth is going to break him. I think he's started a savings account just for the flowers on that day.
Flowers are just so beautiful and so meaningful. Each bouquet says more and more about love and care. Have you ever noticed how delicate each little petal is? Or if you look inside, you see the pistil and stamen and the little pollen waiting to be taken on the legs of some buzzing honeybee to another flower, so more flowers can be born into this world. They are beautiful things that make everything they touch lovely.
This afternoon, Joe is taking me to get my flats of flowers for the gardens. Now, that's where I'll spend most of my afternoons and weekends. Out there digging, planting, fertilizing, and watering. It is so peaceful. So quiet. I get a lot of time with God when I'm down on my knees digging. It's good time. It's needed time. It's our time, God's and mine.
Yes, I love flowers. And I used to think that the more expensive the flower, the more valuable it was. I said "used to." That was until today. Joey, Jr. walked in just a few minutes ago, his face beaming. His smile showed off all those little baby teeth and he was so proud, so excited to give me something. I stooped down so I could look in those bright little eyes - if only they could have that innocence forever. It was then that he thrust into my face a lovely bouquet of flowers. Not expensive ones. Not rare ones. But ones that come with the hurricane force of a child's love. He gave me these - dandelions.
One time they were weeds that I wanted out of my beautifully manicured yard. Now, they've become the most beautiful flower a mother can see or hold or touch or smell. I used to like roses. Now, a handful of dandelions is my favorite.
Oh, I'm sorry, I've really gone on here. I've got to go anyway because dandelions are a multi-purpose flower. Did you know that if you rub them under your chin and it turns yellow, it reveals the answer to that age-old question, "Do you like butter?" Joey wants to find out if he likes butter. I just think he wants to be tickled. So I better pull out the old tickle fingers (waves fingers in the air) and get to work.
(Turns to leave, pauses, and turns back) Yeah, a mother's work is never done, but the high salary makes up for it. (She holds up the flowers) Joey, honey. (Calling to son)
Exit
