The resilient dandelion. Photo sourced from Canva Pro and edited by the author. Be like a dandelion, Stand tall, stay bright. You’ll bend in the storm but reach for the light. They’ll call you a weed, try to pluck you away, But you were built for the cracks so dance in the rain.  Most won’t see your roots run deep, They’ll judge your bloom when you’re fighting to keep, A piece of the sky, a patch of the sun, You’ve always been many things wrapped in one. You’re softness and steel, wild and wise, A stubborn bloom they still criticize. But you aren't here to just fit in, Be confident, be unique and never give in. If my words resonate with you and you’d like to support my writing, you can leave a tip by clicking here . Every little bit helps me keep creating and sharing stories that inspire.

What a Dandelion Taught Me About Growing, Surviving and Standing Strong When No One’s Watching Most people see a weed. I see a warrior . When I chose the dandelion as the profile picture for this blog, it wasn’t just because it was pretty (though I do love the look of a wild bloom standing alone in a sea of green). It was because I see myself in that flower.

Welcome to DarlynDreams. My name is Chrissy, and I’m a Southern girl, woman rather, in my mid-forties. For years, my whole identity was wrapped up in one word: Mom . It wasn’t just a role; it became the very definition of who I was.