First posted on One Generation to Another on May 13, 2008.
I brought my mother buttercups one day when she was weary,
She said I brought the sun inside, so shiny bright and cheery.
And then my mother winked at me, and then I heard her mutter,
I’m glad there’s sun in buttercups, instead of plain old butter.
When my oldest son was in kindergarten, he needed to recite a poem before the whole school. He chose the poem “I Brought My Mother Buttercups”. Try as he might, he couldn’t memorize it. Finally, after working with him for quite a while, I realized the words of the poem fit perfectly to the tune of Lemon Tree. So, for 2 weeks before the recital, we sang the song over and over each night before he went to bed. When the big day rolled around, my shy little boy, stood before the entire school, and recited his poem perfectly. (Only I noticed the slight melodic tone!)
I had long ago forgotten the poem, but for Mother’s Day this year I got a beautiful bouquet of flowers from my son with the note… “Sorry, no buttercups, but Happy Mother’s Day”.
Never underestimate the significance of ANYTHING we do with our children!
Edit: Check out comments for the original set of comments posted with this blog. Especially pay attention to Michelle’s that gives a little more info about I Brought My Mother Buttercups 🙂