“Wildflowers are kind of like single moms.”
Those words from my 16-year-old daughter caught me off guard as we were driving.
“Really?” I asked, turning to look at her. “How so?”
“Because they grow in hard places.” She replied with a smile.
Wow.
It’s not just single moms who know the struggles we face – our children, as much as we may try to protect them, know it all too well.
And yet, she recognizes the beauty! Wildflowers are beautiful, and my daughter has learned that sometimes, beautiful things can grow out of the struggle.
Wildflowers grow off the beaten path, between a rock and a hard place, in dry, forgotten soil – places no one expects beauty to survive.
And yet, they do more than survive.
They thrive.
Not because the soil is good, but because their Creator is.
My fellow single moms – we are wildflowers.
We grow in places others overlook — through heartbreak, weariness, and quiet prayers whispered in the dark. We carry more than we thought we could, and yet, by God’s grace, we rise. Not because we’re always strong – but because He is.
Like wildflowers, we bloom in unexpected places.
We are like the Poppy – rising from broken ground and blooming because we have the courage to rise after devastation. We have learned that true resilience isn’t about avoiding pain — it’s about letting God redeem it.
We are like the Daisy – enduring through harsh seasons, poor soil, and yet we persist with gentleness. Staying hopeful without hardening, finding reasons to bloom, even when the ground feels barren.
We are like the Sunflower – anchoring deep roots and standing strong against the storms. Turning our face toward the sun, following its path across the sky. Even on cloudy days, we lean toward where the light should be — a quiet act of faith and hope.
Through it all, we teach our children something wildflowers know well:
Life may not always be easy, but it can still be beautiful.
Growth is possible even in the hardest ground.
And hope doesn’t need perfect conditions to bloom.
We are wildflowers.
Rooted in grace, watered by tears, and sustained by the hand of a loving God. Even in the hardest ground, He makes beauty rise. We are not forgotten. We are chosen. And we are blooming right where He planted us.
“Wildflowers are like single moms; they grow in hard places.”
