The word blossom immediately brings to mind spring days during which plants reawaken after the hibernation of winter. The air fills with the scent of beautiful flowers that show off the many plants and trees that were bare during the cold, winter months. The blossoms of Nature bring with it a sense of lightness in the people who witness it; a sense of expectation of warmer and longer days. I enjoy witnessing the change from cold, hot chocolate days to balmy days filled with watermelon and sun.
The term blossom does not only make me think of a long-awaited for season. I think of a child who struggles to master a concept or a skill: an algebraic concept, or a skill such as cutting. When that child is taken under the wing of an adult (be it a teacher or someone else in their life) that child’s confidence and understanding slowly grows with nurturing and patience. Step by step, little by little, the child blossoms as a skill is learned, as a concept is understood. It is as if the child has been awakened from the darkness of incomprehension and frustration to understanding and ability.
Adults, too, can experience blossoming. When a person finds their confidence and self-esteem, they find that they are more noticed. An inner light seems to shine from them as they go about their day with more belief in themselves. Their self-assurance may come from knowing they are good at the work they do; or from an improved physical appearance. The confidence may come from a more certain sense of self, from a better understanding of who they are.
I was what is termed as a late bloomer. I had been an adult for a decade before I found the confidence to come into my own. An unescorted trip to Europe helped me find my independence. I became more assured as I realised that I was good at the work I was doing. In addition, dancing had helped me find poise and discard the mantle of shyness that I had worn most of my life. And once my confidence and self-assurance improved, my social circle expanded and my life became even more full.
Blossom, for me, has come to mean not only the awakening of Nature after winter’s slumber, but also the awakening of my sense of self and who I came to be.
What does the word blossom mean to you? When did you blossom in your life?
(Join Jake every week for a theme for creative inspiration. This week’s prompt is Blossom.)
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2012