Some Adopted Kids Are Late Bloomers

The Little Pink Flower That Bloomed in the Winter

(dedicated to late-blooming adopted and foster kids)

One day, little Pink flower was bought by a man at the nursery who was looking for pretty pink flowers for his garden. In the six pack he bought, he put the five who had pink flowers into the ground.

The man had one left over—the plant that didn’t have flowers yet. “I will plant her in my big white ceramic vase on our front porch,” the man thought. 

While he was planting her, his mind thought about how beautiful her flowers were going to be. They’d cascade over the white ceramic vase, like waterfalls.

June went by, then July. But, Little Pink Flower only had green leaves—lots of them, like dark green lettuce.

Then, came August and September, but only green leaves.

The man kept watering Little Pink Flower and that kept her leaves green, but he wondered why Little Pink Flower didn’t blossom. After all, he’d given her plenty of water and plant vitamins.

Then, came October and November. The days got cool and the winds blew. All the plants that the man put in his yard were cut down for the season.

But, Little Pink flower still looked very much alive…but only with green, shiny leaves.

Then, one day in December, when the snow came to visit, a tiny yellow flower burst forth from her leaves. The man was so happy. He had almost given up hope that she would ever blossom, but now this!

Seven days later, when her yellow petals were full grown, they turned the loviest shade of pink, with gorgeous petals and a yellow starburst for the center.

Fourteen days later, as the man watered Little Pink Flower, he spotted something quite unusual—a tiny Little Pink Flower popping out from Little Pink Flower’s stalk. The man was so happy that he jumped around his porch exclaiming, “I never gave up on you, Little Pink Flower. I knew your pink flower was waiting inside of you for the best time to blossom.  I’m glad you never gave up. You are the most beautiful of late bloomers. I love you to pieces.”

Copyright, 2020. Sherrie Eldridge. No reproduction without consent of author.

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