
This photo literally gives my dad the cold sweats.
Ah dandelions, those little yellow bastards that ruin everyone’s lawn this time of year. If you are like me, you are currently having that annual debate whether it is worth taking on the challenge of digging them up and returning your lawn to that pure green colour it should be.
I have the easy-dig stick thing that is supposed to make dandelion plucking fun. I have the interest to de-weed my lawn. I even have the patience to stand outside and do it for an hour or two. So what is the problem?
The problem is, no matter how much work I put into it, I know those little guys that my son calls flowers are just going to grow back and continue to taunt me. I mean, there are about 700 of them in my neighbour’s yard just waiting to come on over.
Yesterday as I was outside trying my best to get every last dandelion patch, it got me thinking. Pulling dandelions is a lot like parenting.
Try as you might to clear the deck of chores, problems, lists and events, there will always be more ready to pop up. Now, don’t get me wrong, these are not all negative things. But dandelion pulling remind me of and old adage that my dad would always use.
“_______ is a lot like painting a bridge. Once you are done, you have to start all over again.”
Again, that sounds like parenting to me.