Why I Send My Mom Flowers? Even Though She’d Rather Have a Good Meal
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My mom Jeanette is not a flower girl.
She’s the woman who shows up to every gathering with a full spread — and if you’ve ever been lucky enough to sit at her table, you already know that her sautéed cabbage alone is worth the drive. Her love language is feeding people, and she has never once needed a bouquet to say what her cooking already says perfectly.
And yet, every Mother’s Day, I send her flowers.
Not because she’s asked for them. Not because she’ll fuss over them the way I do. But because I am a flower girl, completely, unapologetically, and somewhere in that difference between us is the whole story of who I became.
She taught me that care looks like showing up. That love is something you make with your hands. That the details matter, the right seasoning, the right timing, the right presentation. I just took those lessons and ran straight into a flower field with them.
When I design a Mother’s Day arrangement, I’m not just picking pretty blooms. I’m thinking about the woman receiving them. What makes her feel seen? What says I thought about you specifically? Jeanette gets something soft and abundant — not fussy, not formal. Something that looks like it came from a garden, because that’s the kind of beauty she actually stops for.
She’ll put them on the kitchen table. Right next to whatever she’s already cooking.
And that, honestly, is everything.
This Mother’s Day, whether your mom is a flower lover or someone you’re converting — let me design something that says what you mean.