I pulled up to school with Asher, my 11 year old, in the front seat and he said, "Life turned bad when I turned 9."
"Really? Do you want to tell me about that?"
Lots of silence and thoughtfully, he responded, "Well, that's the year I discovered there wasn't a magic portal to find around the corner. It's when the magic I was waiting to experience became the reality that life is just hard and not magical. It's when my imagination felt like it wasn't real anymore."
H.e.a.r.t.b.r.e.a.k. With tears in my eyes, I looked into his and said, "Asher, the magic is real. And it takes creative people like you with imaginations and faith to tap into that world that exists and bring it in to the world of hard and not magical adulthood. It's people like you and C.S. Lewis, Tolkein, Rowling, Michelangelo, DaVinci, Edison, Einstein, and all the great storytellers, artists and makers throughout history who help us wake up and remember there is more. We love those stories, art, and inventions because they touch the place in us that knows somewhere, somehow the magic is real. I can't believe humanity would have such longing within us if it wasn't. And you can help us stay awake to what is real if you don't lose it yourself."
With a giant smile and relief on his face, he simply said, "Ok, Mom," and jumped out of the car and bounded to class.
Oh that was soooo sweet
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ReplyDeleteI just had a similar conversation with my 11 year old. I wish I had had your words in the moment. Good job, Mama!
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