The magic of a little child’s brain is one of the most exciting things on this earth, isn’t it? The thoughts hidden inside those cute little heads, behind those big eyes are amazing.
My kids had really vivid imaginations when they were small. (They still do.) My daughter, now 21, (update, now 26!), lived in a preschool world with very fuzzy boundaries between what was real and what was imagined. (She would plant beads in the ground and wait patiently for the “bead tree” to come sprouting through the soil. Things like that.)
We were at Hobby Lobby recently, and, as she always does when we pass by the feather boas, my daughter told me that when she was little she knew there was a Narnia world behind those boas. Despite the fact that every time she parted the boas and found only the display wall instead of a magical world, her little mind still believed that if she found just the right moment to part those boas, she would be able to enter that world.
I don’t remember how I responded to her when she did that. In my hurried “mom rush,” I probably responded with some “how fun” response or something similar. She says she vaguely remembers me gently explaining that Narnia wasn’t actually behind those boas. I’m sure I was trying to soften the blow of her finding only a white metal wall. But, she tells me now, that she remained undaunted by the wall. She was still very sure that the magical world behind those feather boas truly existed.
Thinking about that makes me happy.
Do you have some magical memories too, even your own?