The Insignificant Other

The Dandelion Clock

ADHD and the sparks of outside exhilaration.

 

We have all enjoyed the glee of blowing a dandelion clock as a child, with the eager anticipation of it telling us the time, watching the spores float away in different directions.

I feel like I am the stem; he has picked the flower from the ground and admires it in its entirety, but the spontaneity and excitement of the fast-moving fluff bombs are way more captivating than the stem, that holds everything together.

In a calm, still environment, they move and float and catch his attention, theyre still as fascinating as when there’s a stronger, wilder flurry of activity.

If you have ever picked a dandelion clock, you will know that the stem soon becomes soggy and limp, yet the ‘holder’ grabs on tight to it, to ensure it gets best results from the flower head.

And there’s my analogy, he holds on tight to me, yet often appears more enchanted by the fast moving, slow lasting pleasure of watching the seeds flicker off and eventually disappear.  When all the seeds are gone, he remains grasping at the stem, its still there even when the other alluring pieces are gone.

However, he picked me, this stem, and he still holds on to it (me), despite the enticement of anything else.   And tomorrow, he will pick me again.

Keep that in mind, I tell myself.