When my kids were
born, people said things like “enjoy the magic” or “these are rare precious
moments”. Sure, looking back I remember my daughter sitting in awe watching her
new brother. As if he might actually do something magical. It was hard to tear
her away from him, and I was sure she could be doing better things than staring
at an infant.
And then?
He’d smile and make her whole day.
She’d found a spot where magic blossomed. And it changed her life in a way no
one else will ever understand and I doubt she even gets the true depth of.
Surprisingly, those magical
moments don’t vanish as your children grow, they just sometimes take you off
guard because you’re not sitting there in awe anymore, waiting for one action
to sweep you away.
Of course, given that the
holidays just passed, I did have all these magical moments creep up on me, but
this post is about magical spots and so I thought I’d share with you the spot
in our house that holds the most magic.
It’s a spot that only exists for a brief
moment and will knock us into a deep peaceful sleep.
It’s created unexpectedly when
Superman gets a call in the middle of the night. His alarm goes off making the
rest of us jump up like we’re on fire. He’s out the door with his super speed
and we are left with one pulsating guilty thought; “He just left a warm spot
that smells all safe like him.” Umhum, that’s what you’d be thinking too, admit
it.
I won’t roll into it until I’m sure
one of the kids won’t brave the cold floor to enjoy the magic of it. Either way
I win.
If the little guy falls into the
magical spot, I’ll listen to it sweep him away. His breaths grow quick and
shallow, tinted by happy dreams. The magic from the spot pours out to me,
reminding me of how innocent a child is.
If the older one wins the spot the
smile never leaves her lips. Like she won the lottery. Her breathes will fill
me with this weird pride that I never expect. She doesn’t sound like a child
sleeping anymore. Each breath is deeper, taking her away to a magical place
only she knows. And that reminds me of how fun it is to grow up. How intriguing
and appealing the world was to discover.
Nothing is scary when we lay in
Superman’s warm spot. It’s just perfect and happy; magical.
Of course, when I win the spot, I
fall off into some deep coma that I wake up from feeling all guilty, cause
while Superman is off saving people, shouldn’t I be doing something beside
sleeping in his spot? Something, I don’t know, all heroic and magical? I
suppose I could, but somehow, I think he purposely leaves
this spot to lure us in. It’s a comfort for him to know we’re safe at home and
when he finds one of us enjoying the magic of his spot, it somehow gives him
that push he needs. That’s his moment and I wouldn’t want to take that away
from him.
What magical place have you
discovered?
