My Son, the Unicorn

Unicorn by a waterfall“I’m a unicorn that lives on a horse farm. All the horses don’t like me because I’m a special horse. None of the other horses look like me because I’m a special horse.”

I only noticed their dialogue mid-conversation. My daughter and son were playing a make-believe game and choosing their characters. My daughter, the rule maker—always wanting to be in charge—replied to her brother’s definite stance:

“No, you have to be a horse.”

My son made it clear that he wasn’t interested in the game if he wasn’t allowed to be a unicorn. After a few more definitive rules of the game, he finally acquiesced.

“Okay, but I’m a special horse because I’m a white horse and all the other horses are brown.”

At that, my horse-children galloped on all fours off to some meadow in the distance (a.k.a. the living room) and I didn’t catch any more of the conversation.

My son has had an interest in unicorns for some time. A few months ago, when discussing the matter with his cousin—who was trying to gently explain to him that there was no such thing as unicorns—my son sounded like a teacher patiently trying to help a student grasp a concept.

“Yes, there are unicorns. They don’t live on earth anymore but they live in Heaven.”

The two children finally realized they agreed on the fact that there are no unicorns on earth and left it at that.

My children have always expressed an interest in Heaven. When my son was three, I remember him asking me if fish go to heaven. My daughter, when she was roughly the same age, said that she had a sister in heaven.

Heaven, a place of wonder and beauty, a place of color and life, a place so beyond the scope of the imagination that it has been written: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, neither has it entered the heart of men the things God has prepared for them that love Him.”

A family for those who have none. Friends for those who passed through life without a close companion. Mansions for the homeless and poor. Eternal peace and joy for those who suffer and cry. And yes, a unicorn of rainbow colors for a child who never stopped believing that they exist, even if they can’t be seen on Earth.

The faith of a little child.

“Only the pure in heart can see a unicorn.” – Ancient legend

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About Bonita Jewel

Bonita Jewel is an author and blogger who writes on a variety of themes, including: Literature & poetry https://danielandbonita.wordpress.com Writing https://awordfitlywritten.wordpress.com Parenting https://positiveparentingblog.wordpress.com Purpose https://apurposedlife.wordpress.com After living in India from the age of 16 to 28, she returned to California with her husband and three children. She is pursuing a Degree at Fresno State University. Bonita teaches community education at Clovis Adult. Her courses include Blogging Basics, Power Editing, Creative Writing, and Working from Home. She also freelances as an editor, ghostwriter, and writing coach. Her greatest passions are her family, her faith, writing, and reading. Bonita Jewel has been reading since she was 2 ½. Thirty years later, she still loves the magic and mystery of the written word. She is slowly breathing life into roughly 50 novels and nearly as many nonfiction works, depending on which plot or character seizes her interest at any given time. Please connect with Bonita at: https://www.facebook.com/BonitaJewelAuthor

Posted on October 31, 2011, in Attributes, Life Lessons, Paying attention and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. My son pulls his hair up on his forehead and claims to be a unicorn all the time 😉 So special.

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