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The Enchantment of Parental Magic
Updated: August 22, 2015
Originally Published: December 3, 2012
The moment magic entered my home is etched in my memory forever. This was not the whimsical kind of magic associated with holiday folklore or the amusing antics of a quirky relative. No, this was a profound magic that instills wonder in children and only grows in significance over time.
During a winter season in New York City, just before Christmas, my 3-year-old son, Oliver, perched himself by the window on a gloomy day. The forecast predicted rain, and the unusually warm temperatures dashed any hopes of snowfall. As we lived on a busy avenue, we often engaged in a game where I asked him to identify the colors of passing vehicles, count the cars at traffic lights, and share giggles over the occasional honking. However, on this particular day, Oliver was silent, staring at the sky.
“What are you looking for, buddy?” I inquired.
“I’m waiting for sthnow!” he replied, his lisp adding to his endearing charm.
Dressed in a bright yellow onesie, he resembled a quaint little rabbit, his rosy cheeks glowing with anticipation. Despite my knowledge that snow was unlikely, my instincts as a parent urged me to prevent disappointment, especially so close to the holidays. “I don’t think it’s going to snow today,” I gently informed him.
Understanding that a complex explanation about weather patterns would be lost on a toddler, I resorted to making a promise, a common tactic among parents. “If I promise that it will snow soon, will you come play with me in the living room?”
“Do you promisth to make it sthnow, Mom?” he asked, his eyes wide with hope.
“Yes, I promise, but you have to come away from the window.”
“Okay! Do it now!” he insisted, his excitement palpable.
With nothing in my hands, I pretended to conjure the magic of snow. I rubbed my palms together, kissed them, and blew towards the window. “What wasth that!” he exclaimed, bouncing with delight. “Ah, that was Mommy Magic! And with this magic, it will snow very soon,” I added with an air of mystery.
Moments later, Oliver returned to the window, ecstatic and shouting, “It’s sthnowing!” To my astonishment, as I peered outside, the snowflakes were indeed falling, transforming the city into a serene winter wonderland.
From that day on, Mommy Magic became my go-to remedy for scraped knees and minor mishaps. Whenever he would hurt himself during his adventurous play, all I needed to do was invoke that magic, and his tears would vanish. Thankfully, he never asked me to replicate that snowfall again; he simply needed to believe that magic existed.
Fast forward to today, Oliver is now twelve and came home with a significant bruise from a basketball game. As I tucked him in, he requested that I apply some Mommy Magic to his knee to help him perform well the next day. I was surprised he still remembered, but indulged him with laughter, knowing that my affection and care were what mattered most.
It’s heartening to realize that while the world may sometimes feel devoid of magic, the belief that exists in the heart of a child can be a powerful force. For further insights into fertility and home insemination, consider visiting the CDC’s excellent resource on pregnancy and infertility.
In summary, the concept of parental magic transcends mere illusions; it embodies the love and comfort we provide to our children. Whether through a spontaneous snowstorm or a gentle touch on a bruise, these moments create lasting memories and reinforce our children’s belief in us.
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