It surprises us as we come upon it. A dandelion, taller than my knee, past flower and into full seed – or as we say in northern Michigan, “wishies.” I carefully pluck it and hold it up between us.
“Make a wish” and we both close our eyes. “Ok, now blow!” He is eight and I watch him thrill at forcing every last seed off the stem and into the breeze.
“What did you wish for?” Expecting to hear; a dog, Captain Underpants books, or the Triple Scoop Spectacular at our local ice cream shop.
“Why not?!?” My motivational speaker mind instantly fills with guilt that I have not properly instilled the joy of wishing or the delight of childhood fancy.
“That’s not really the point, Mom. They are designed for wind to carry the seeds off to areas of more fertile ground so new plants can grow.”
He pauses to watch the wishies floating off.
“It’s kind of like… science magic.”
And I am reminded once again how every one of us is indescribably individual.
Beauty is found in so many different places; strokes of paint on canvas, a spoken word expression, or the solution to ax2 + bx + c = 0 ( or in my case, someone else solving ax2 + bx + c = 0 and leaving me to my episode of Project Runway.)
And sometimes beauty is found in the way the order of nature is perfectly carried out by a tiny feathery parachute.
In this moment I am keenly aware of our vast differences at how we see the world, of how we see beauty. I may not inherently understand his view, but I do not think any less of him, nor he of me. This is our Dandelion Treaty.
My wish on this day for us all, is: When we encounter someone different, hold our view close at heart, yet allow ourselves to breathe deep and accept their beauty… and trust that they will do the same.
Do you have the opportunity to encourage a Dandelion Treaty in your workplace? In your family? In the grocery store express lane?
As we watch the last of the seeds settle, I squeeze his hand and simply enjoy the moment. And my wish suddenly becomes that it will never end.
And of course, the fact that he snuck in the word magic after the word science, makes me secretly believe maybe, just maybe he will grow to see the world just a little bit like his motivational speaker Mom.