Monday, January 11, 2010

Be My Guest Monday! Magical Moments

Hello and welcome to Be My Guest Monday!!! It's my goal and honor to host a guest blogger every single Monday in 2010. And for my first official guest blog, I have been blessed with a phenominal post by Heidi from Cake Crumbs. Mmmmmm... cake crumbs.

Please enjoy this amazing post, then check out her blog. Make sure you click on Cakes By Heidi: Oh. My. Goodness. Beautiful. Cakes.

If you've stopped by from Heidi's blog, welcome!! I hope you enjoy her post, and feel free to nose around my blog too! And now, without further ado...


Magical Moments

On a warm summer afternoon my three girls and I decided that it would be a great day for a walk around our rural block.

We began our journey with my youngest and middle child in the double stroller. My oldest daughter, Kira rode beside us on her big girl bike. As we made our way around we visited with the dogs and cats that lived along the way, and listened to the incessant babble from my five year As we walked parallel to a field that held goats Izzy became very excited. “Mom can we look at ‘em,” she asked.

I parked the stroller and Izzy climbed out. While the girls were busy looking at the goats I noticed there were cattails a little way down the road.

"Let's go look at the cattails," I said as I dragged all three of them up the road, it took only a moment for them to realize what I was talking about and then the race to be there first was on. The girls stopped just short of the cattail plants barely saving their shoes from a damp walk home.

“Mom, why are they in water?” Kira asked with a inquisitive look on her face.

As I caught up to them I recognized this as a teaching moment and said, “Cattails need a lot of water, so they grow in the ditch where there is always plenty of water.”

A little breeze stirred the air and set the blades of the cattails in motion.

“Do you hear that sound?” I asked them, they nodded yes and I continued, “that’s called a rustle. It’s the music that cattails make.”

They listened very intently to their enchanting sound.

“Can you see the brown stuff at the top of the cattail stem? Do you think it’s hard or soft?”

“Hard,” said Kira

“Hard,” echoed Izzy.

“Let’s pick one and see.” I stepped as close as I could without landing in two feet of water, and broke off a stem that I could reach and then held the brown top out to my girls.

“Its soft!” Kira said in astonishment when she felt the fleece like treasure.

“I want to see,” begged Izzy.

I turned the head toward her and she rubbed it back and forth, “ooh soft.” She said.

“Why's it soft?” Kira asked in a puzzled voice.

“Well let’s take it home and wait for a week and we’ll find out.”

We picked a cattail for each of the girls, including Emma.

“Now when we get home you can't touch them for the whole week. Can you do that.”

“Yes!” Kira and Izzy chimed in at the same time.

Once we were home we put the cattails in a jar, but that lasted all of five minutes. Through the week they were used as magic wands, cooking spoons, swords, golf clubs, baseball bats and drum sticks along with anything else their imagination cooked up.

As I was cleaning up the house the following week I picked up the lone surviving cattail, it's stem was bent and broken, the tip was gone, and there was a hole in the side that was the size of a nickel that was beginning to fray. I sighed and lifted the garbage can lid planning to let it share its brother’s fate, but stopped. I had wanted to teach them something about cattails.

I quickly called the girls and when they came I took all three of them outside onto the porch. As we stood on the warm windless day I held up I held up the cattail and asked them, “What do you think a cattail is made out of?”

“Fur” said Kira.

“Cats” said Izzy.

I took a pinch of the frayed edges around the hole and spread them across my palm.

Kira took a closer look and said “They look like dandelion seeds.”

“Yes they do, they are actually a lot like dandelion seeds. These are cattail seeds the brown part of a cattail is made up of trillions and trillions of seeds. Can you see the part at the tip of each seed that flares out like an umbrella?” They nodded. “This little fuzzy thing allows the wind to carry each seed away from where it started so a new cattail plant can grow.

“Do you want to see how cattails end up growing all over?” I asked.

"Yes!" They all three shouted just because they could.

I took the seeds between my thumb and forefinger and threw them up into the air. It had been a windless day, but at that moment a small breeze began to blow, and caught the seeds and sent them flying in all directions.

Giggles erupted from around my knees as all three girls watched with sudden excitement. Emma, who was one at the time, started down the stairs to chase after them and Izzy quickly followed. They ran and giggled after the little torrent of seeds.

“Mom,” Kira said, “can I throw some?”

I handed her the cattail.

She ripped handful after handful off and sent billions of seeds floating into the now still air. With no wind to carry them away they just hung in the air around us, it felt like time had stopped in the middle of a snowstorm and individual snowflakes stood all around us. Suddenly a gust of wind whipped through the cloud of seeds, sending them into a kind of dance. They swirled up from behind the garbage can and twirled up around the eave of the house only to continue higher and higher until, as one, they turned in a wonderful dancing cloud that rained down around us.

My two younger girls stared up in open mouthed wonder as the seeds brushed across their cheeks and swirled around their little bare feet.

In that moment all was silent, it was as if we were caught up in a world all our own.

Kira whispered, “It’s like magic!” I looked down and watched as her shoulders drew up in a smile to match the one on her face. She crinkled up her nose and giggled in delight, twirled once, threw the cattail at me and took off down the stairs to join in the ballet.

Izzy suddenly broke from her trance and began twirling, sending puffs of seeds dancing around and around her. She giggled and exclaimed, “They’re like dancing fairies!” There was magic in her step and sparkles in her big blue eyes as she grabbed Emma’s hands and together they spun in circles and giggled even more.

Another gust of wind picked up and sent seeds into a little twister turning and dancing down the driveway.
Emma let go of Izzy’s hands and padded after it, as she reached its center she stretched her arms out to either side and the twister became her dance partner. Round and round they went. Her curls lifted up as the whirlwind took to the sky, her small face watched it sail away with awe etched in every feature.

Amid such a display of wonder my thoughts turned to the wise maker of this world and all the wonders that he has created for us here on earth, and how he takes opportunities, whenever we allow him, to teach us. Just as I taught my girls through experience what a cattail is, what it is made of and what it sounds like, my Heavenly Father took an opportunity to teach me through experience of his majesty and grace, his beauty, his wisdom, his kindness, and his love. As I watched my children enjoying the beauty and magic that surrounded us my heart filled with awe and gratitude and love. I realized that these are the moments that I came to this life to have, this is what I once dreamed of in the preexistence, to be surrounded by my beautiful smiling children with magic and wonder in their laughing faces. I feel so blessed that I was able to share this magical moment with my little ones. And that I chose to come to this life and experience the wonder and joy that Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ have created for us.


  1. Beautiful story. I wonder if any of those seeds have grown?

  2. Love the idea of a guest blogger. Beautiful story. I'll be back.

  3. What a teachable moment! Stopping by from SITS!

  4. How amazing!! This post with its decadent recounting of the beauty surrounding a miraculous event, reminds me of everyday teaching moments.

    As I read it, in awe, I was reminded how much one can see God in the little things. The rising sun. A newborn babe. And, a cattail.

    On a sillier note, my little brother has Asperger's (a form of Autism). When he first saw a cattail, he thought it was a hot dog on a stick. My dad, being sarcastic said, "Why, yes it is! It just needs a few weeks to ripen so we can eat them!" Well, my brother doesn't understand sarcasm. So, the next time they saw cattails he asked my dad "Are they ready to eat yet?" My dad, a bit confused, suddenly remembered the conversation that took place. So, he said, "Yes!" Well, my brother tried one and learned quickly that they were not hot dogs on a stick.

  5. warm just restarted my dead blog...@InspiredDreamer, urs was really a gud insprtion...plz..keep on dreaming...keep inspiring ;-)

  6. Love the imagery of the floating cattail seeds floating like snow.. :)

  7. Janet thanks so much for letting me be featured on your blog!
    And thank you to everyone for your very kind comments.

  8. What a beautiful story! You have a gift for writing. This should be published(and if you ever need an illustrator, maybe I can help. Although I've never illustrated a story before:)) I'm so glad you found my blog so that I could find you!
    My favorite line in your story is, "I realized that these are the moments that I came to this life to have,"
    Have a great day!


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