My children, who talk about dead presidents and God with the frankness of adults, fully believe, with their heart and soul in magic. They believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, fairies, ghosts, witches and wizards. They believe in the magic of life, the possibilities that anything can be true.
They have faith in God and the goodness of people. They believe they should serve others, and follow Jesus. They don’t cry out of worry, because they know that God takes care of them. Their faith is strong, unbendable, unbreakable. Have faith, is their simple belief. Why do we grow out of that?
Yesterday, laying on my bed reading, Ana said, “I hear God’s voice at rest time at school. I miss talking about Jesus at school.”
“What does God say to you?” I wanted to know.
“I don’t know, but I hear Him and voices that say ‘Ana’ at night. Maybe it’s angels,” she said.
I love it that my daughter is thinking angels and not monsters. (Of course, she thinks of those too.)
To me, children are the real magic. Anything can happen, there are no limits, if you believe hard enough. They believe hard enough for us, with their whole entire heart.
People have told me, “I don’t know how you find the patience to work with kids.”
My reply, “When you take the time, to see the world of possibilities the way children do, how can you NOT work with kids?” Working with kids is the chance to feel magic each day.
When you believe in magic, anything can happen, even a simple note from the Tooth Fairy appears.
Childhood is magical and perfect. Us adults have a lot to learn from those little wonders that surround us.