There are dandelions a-plenty in our yard right now. We've already watched the bright yellow blooms get picked over by pollen-hungry bees and then change to white, fluffy fuzz. Neither Mackenzie nor Mason can pass by a " blowing dandelion" with out stopping to make a wish.
Mackenzie is a methodical wish maker. She first contemplates the wish, a secret she isn't allowed to share. Caught up in fairy tales and wondering where the seeds will go, she blows the fluff slowly, watching it dart and float through the air. She isn't one to pick all the wishes at once. No, she likes to save some for tomorrow,too. This is the way of Mackenzie in everything.
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Mason, with his quick impulses and fast little legs, can't help but pick as many dandelions as possible in one fell swoop, not even getting the stem with every pick but a handful of fluff instead. He can't be bothered to blow each puff individually. Who has time for that? So, with fistfuls of dandelions clenched in tiny fingers, he shakes his arms as fast as he can, sending fits of fluff around him. After a few shakes, the remaining bits of stems and whatever fluff is left gets tossed to the ground and he is onto something else. In life, Mason approaches every situation this way: Wishing is for the birds! I'm gonna MAKE my dreams take flight.
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These ponderings and observations are priceless to me. Getting to watch my children grow, gathering memories and then giggling to myself at the differences and similarities between these two is a gift that I could never repay. So instead of trying, I will gather a few dandelions for myself and send off wishes for them. May they always be true to themselves and content with themselves. I wish they will always look outside of themselves, be kind and compassionate even though the world is not. I wish for happiness and I hope that they know that , even when happiness is fleeting, they can make the best of every situation. I pray they never feel unloved and always know I'm on their sideline, cheering them on, making wishes of my own.