Why I Appreciate a Touch of Magic in My Life—and Want the Same for My Kids

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My kids were less than thrilled when they found out I visited a tarot card reader. They’re the analytical type, always quick to point out that coincidences are just that—coincidences—and that there are logical explanations for most things. I tried to keep my little adventure a secret, but when something notable happened, I had no choice but to spill the beans.

Let’s rewind a bit. Ever since I learned to read, I was captivated by that little rundown house on the hill with the sign that read “Fortune Teller.” It always caught my attention during our drives when my mom opted for the backroads to dodge the busy intersection.

At the County Fair, I would watch the fortune teller’s booth from a distance, knowing I couldn’t ask my parents to let me go inside, even though I was just a curtain away. I’d linger, hoping for a glimpse of the woman who could unveil my destiny, while my mom was busy admiring handmade quilts. “Aren’t they beautiful?” she’d ask, but I was lost in thoughts of fate.

I grew up in a practical household where my parents were busy canning veggies and didn’t believe in mystical interpretations of life. I felt isolated in my desire for answers.

When I finally reached my teenage years, I scraped together some pocket change and convinced a few friends to join me on a trip to a palm reader on the boardwalk. As I placed my hand in hers, my heart raced. Would she tell me I would live a long life? Would I find love? I was entranced as she traced my lifelines, and I held onto her words as if they were a lifeline. I jotted down her predictions and tucked them away, a little insurance against life’s unpredictability.

Years passed, and I still found myself grappling with uncertainty. I always thought that once I had answers to the big questions—about love, family, and purpose—I would feel at ease. But I didn’t.

Recently, while chatting with a friend who shares my belief in the magic of coincidence, she mentioned that a local tarot reader was back in town. Suddenly, the idea of seeking guidance felt irresistible. I needed clarity about my direction in life, and if tarot could provide that, then why not give it a shot?

I booked my appointment, carefully marking it with initials on our family calendar to avoid judgment. On the day of, I parked across the street and noticed a man in a suit leaving—did that make this whole thing seem more legitimate? I hoped so, even if it felt a bit silly.

As I sat down at the table with the reader, he assured me I could record the session, which made me feel a bit better about what I was doing. My pulse quickened as he accurately described the influences in my life. When he asked if I had any questions, I mustered up the courage to ask about my life purpose. He mentioned the significance of the moon and suggested I could make requests to the universe right then and there.

“How do I ask? What words should I use?” I stammered, craving exact instructions. He offered his guidance without judgment, and I left feeling empowered and ready to take action. At home, I wrote out my seven requests—one for each opportunity the universe might provide.

But then, just as I was about to finalize my intentions, my youngest burst into the room and found my draft. As he read it aloud, I panicked and snatched the paper from him, crumpling it in a moment of chaos. My kids gathered around, demanding to know what I was hiding, and I felt utterly alone in my quest.

Determined, I decided to place my list of intentions on my dresser, the spot closest to the universe. And then I waited. I reviewed my wishes daily and lived with intention. A week later, something remarkable happened—something I felt wasn’t just a coincidence. I couldn’t help but share my excitement with my kids.

I want them to believe there’s a little magic in the world too. Maybe it’s when we openly express our desires that the universe responds. Perhaps it’s our belief in our own power that drives us toward our goals. Or maybe it’s something more mystical. Either way, it’s fun to wonder.

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Summary

Embracing a bit of magic in life has always felt comforting to me, even in a practical household. Recently, I sought guidance from a tarot card reader to clarify my life’s purpose. This experience inspired me to make deliberate intentions, leading to unexpected outcomes that I can’t help but share with my kids. I want them to believe in the magic of possibility, however it comes to them.