We talk a lot about “magic” in my house. Between faith in the unseen, forgiveness, superheroes, Santa, our God-given talents, and our amazing ability to learn new things, we have very fun conversations about awesomeness, special strengths deep within, and all the things beyond our vision and understanding. Humans are spiritual. Even if you don’t believe in a god or practice a formal religion, we all make decisions based on gut-feelings, intuition, heart, and emotions. We take what we’ve experienced in life and turn it into “truths” about ourselves, others, and “how the world works”. I believe that if my children can recognize how their hopes, dreams, fears, personality, strengths and weaknesses, perceptions, and what they believe to be true, influence decision-making, reactions, and their beliefs, they’ll be able to launch into adult-hood with grace and understanding beyond their years. And since my kids are young, relating all these big concepts to things that they currently believe in and understand (like Magic School Bus and Iron Man) makes our conversations special and imaginative.
This all started last spring when I “healed” Pierce’s hand with my own hand while hiking. He fell when we were at least a mile from the car, and got a small rock imbedded in the palm of his hand. I had to pull the rock out with my fingers and rinse it with ice-cold water from our water bottle. . . all very traumatic at 3 years old. He was so brave! I held his hand firmly for the next 10-15 minutes, in hopes of controlling the pain and stopping the bleeding, while also helping him continue forward, one resistant step after another. Eventually he wanted to look at his hand again, and didn’t require motivation to finish the hike. When I released my hold we discovered a very insignificant mark in the palm of his hand where the rock had been removed. He exclaimed “you’re hand is magic, mommy” and in shock we celebrated his healed injury together. For the remainder of the hike we all talked about the special ways that everyone is “magic”, not just mommy, and not just superheroes. I love that something difficult resulted in an incredible family experience and a new theme within our home.
A couple days ago I asked the boys to stop doing something without looking. Pierce asked how I knew, and Miles quickly responded “because she’s magic”. I asked them to identify their own special powers: Pierce believes that his ability to do a somersault is magic, and Miles suggested that his love of technology is magical.
My initial reaction to the idea of somersaults and love of tv as “magic” was to give alternate options, and educate on the differences between skills, loving to do something, and internal greatness. . . thankfully I took a moment to think before commenting, and realized how beautiful it is that they view the simplest of talents and enjoyments as wonderful enough to call them magical. Their spirits are alive with discovery, and realizing that what they are proud of and love about themselves holds such significance filled my heart with so much happiness.
I believe that the resilience of our hearts and spirits is incredible, and that love is a form of magic. When I think about the human experience – everything a person can go through, learn, and transform – in a lifetime, I’m so thankful for our ability to heal, trust, have faith, dream and hope. We are all brave, powerful, and magical in our own uniqueness, and it’s amazing to observe in my children, appreciate in myself, and recognize in the world around us.