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Mundane, yet magical

It was another day. For some reason, “another day” no longer held the magic and excitement it had once held. My life and circumstances had changed and there didn’t seem to be much to be inspired about. Days were slowly merging together into something I vowed I would never have—a weary and dreary sense of existence. There was cleaning, cooking and kids, day after day—and not much else, it seemed. One morning, I attempted to figure out what was wrong. Every day should have a bit of magic sprinkled throughout it, I pondered. Where was the magic?

I needed to get the house cleaned that morning, so I let the kids know they had the morning free from school. They were excited and ran to find something to do. That was when they found the box. It was an empty box, nothing special inside it—nothing at all inside it. It was a plain box—no painting, no markings, no decorations. I was soon to find out that this not-so-special box was, in fact, quite special indeed.boy hiding in box

At first, it was a train coach, carrying them to a far-off and much-anticipated destination. Then it was a boat, keeping them safe through a giant storm. Afterwards, it was an easel, where each one of them could decorate and draw to their heart’s content. Again and again it morphed, from house to airplane to hiding place. The entire morning passed quickly for them in their magical box. As I watched them laughing  and pretending as they climbed in and out of that worn, old box, I realized the magic had been there all along; no, not in the box—in the minds and hearts of my children, and in the many things they found exciting, amusing, and wonderful. It must be there in my own heart as well, I thought.

Magic was in every corner of the house—with its potential for imagination to take wings. It hid in the garden, the front yard and beyond—each place a chance for new discovery and experiences. It waited in the stories I read to them and made up for them—that would inspire their minds, encourage their spirits, speak to their hearts.

And yes, magic was in a big, plain box on its way to the recycling bin, a box that was just waiting for its chance to become a source of joy for three young children.

I looked around. There was still a lot of cleaning and more of the “same ol’ same ol’”, but it would have to wait. It was time to experience some magic, and, this time around, I knew just where it was hiding.

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Letter to the Tooth Fairy

To The Tooth FairyYesterday while I was working at my little “office space” in the family room, my daughter walked up to me, talking strangely. It sounded like she had a mouthful of stones. It was actually a single loose tooth.

“I didot e’en know da toof wazh loosh,” she told me. (Translation: “I didn’t even know the tooth was loose.”

Less than five minutes later, she bounded up, molar in hand. “Look, it fell out so quickly! It wasn’t even loose yesterday and now it came out. It must be some kind of record.” She was thrilled.

Later that evening, she brought me a pink piece of paper, folded in half. The front read:

To the Tooth Fairy

Address Fairy Land or Pixie Hollow

She had written:

Dear Tooth Fairy,

I heard you like the color pink and you like Fairy Tales. I hope this is true because that is what I designed this as.

I got a loose tooth and lost it in only 5 minutes. It was so fast that I thought that you did not notice it so that is why I sent you this letter.

She placed it under her pillow, along with her tooth. For the record, my kids don’t believe in the tooth fairy. They know that I am the “tooth fairy” and not a very good one at that. There have been times they’ve put their tiny teeth under their pillows at night, dove under them first thing in the morning, and found nothing. I would cringe, tell them that the “tooth fairy” sent me a text message saying she would be late, and to look under their pillow in about five minutes. They never seemed to mind the delay; it was all part of the fun.

When my daughter looked under her pillow in the morning, she found a few coins, as well as a note in reply. I’m not sure exactly what the note said, something Jessica told me she had to keep a secret, because that’s what the tooth fairy told her to do.

Watching kids pretend is a lot of fun. Joining them in their magical world of make-believe at times is even better. It reminds me that not to long ago I was looking for fairy rings and wishing with all my heart I could see just one glimpse of something magical and other-worldly.

The funny thing is, I see a glimpse of that magic every day — in my children’s eyes and in their smiles, in the way they interact and play, in the things they learn and the questions they ask, in the great ideas they have and the joy that bubbles over in their actions.

Every child is a precious soul that has been entrusted to our care . . . otherworldly, yet with potential to change this world for the better, if we believe in them and teach them to believe in themselves and in a God who will always love them and guide them every step of the way.