Magic. Now what defines it? Wands? The slight of the hand and the heart changes to a spade?
Nope. New life is magic in how it transfigures not just the people involved but the entire world.
Obliviate! It makes me forget. I know I used to have a life before motherhood ... yet I cannot remember a time when two small faces were not a part of it.
Clarificus! Okay, so there were such things as dandelion seedheads ... but now I see them. Fine, so blossoms bloomed pink on the apple tree in the yard. Now I see cerise confetti in swirls. Great, so I would buy a cauliflower for dinner ... now I am shown (quite loudly and enthusiastically) that it is a complicated fractal pattern. Look Mum; just like looking at a Christmas Tree from above!
My kids are magic in that they have transformed me. They have opened my eyes to all kinds of new wonders.
Regresso! I am back to looking at things how a child sees them. Hearing how they hear. Tasting how they taste. Seeing how they see.
Speaking how they speak ... um ... Parseltongue would be easier.
This morning I was sadly informed by one distraught daughter, "I bent my rattler on the att-o-tutto rack and it snapped all up and the mibs fell out"*
The magic was ... I knew what she meant!
And yes, ask any other parent ... we WOULD stupefy then given half a chance!!
*(Translation for the curious: My cardboard tube with the black-eyed beans bent when it hit the potato rack. The beans fell out and it no longer rattles. Got any tape? If so ... fix it, Mum!)
Magic ...
Nope. New life is magic in how it transfigures not just the people involved but the entire world.
Obliviate! It makes me forget. I know I used to have a life before motherhood ... yet I cannot remember a time when two small faces were not a part of it.
Clarificus! Okay, so there were such things as dandelion seedheads ... but now I see them. Fine, so blossoms bloomed pink on the apple tree in the yard. Now I see cerise confetti in swirls. Great, so I would buy a cauliflower for dinner ... now I am shown (quite loudly and enthusiastically) that it is a complicated fractal pattern. Look Mum; just like looking at a Christmas Tree from above!
My kids are magic in that they have transformed me. They have opened my eyes to all kinds of new wonders.
Regresso! I am back to looking at things how a child sees them. Hearing how they hear. Tasting how they taste. Seeing how they see.
Speaking how they speak ... um ... Parseltongue would be easier.
This morning I was sadly informed by one distraught daughter, "I bent my rattler on the att-o-tutto rack and it snapped all up and the mibs fell out"*
The magic was ... I knew what she meant!
And yes, ask any other parent ... we WOULD stupefy then given half a chance!!
*(Translation for the curious: My cardboard tube with the black-eyed beans bent when it hit the potato rack. The beans fell out and it no longer rattles. Got any tape? If so ... fix it, Mum!)