Yesterday, JJ brought his money to the toy store so he could spend it…”on something cool.” He became very excited when he saw a magic wand. It wasn’t an authentic-looking wand made of ash or elm with a core of phoenix feather, dragon heartstring or unicorn hair, but a typical-looking black rod with white caps at the ends. He wanted it nonetheless. He went up to the counter and paid for it on his own, setting each crumpled dollar in the cashier’s hand as he counted them one at a time.
After JJ paid for the wand he realized that it came with instructions for how to do one trick: The Floating Wand. He was excited, but a little perplexed as to why there would be instructions for magic and why he would need to practice it first. Didn’t magic wands just need a special word and a flick of the wrist to do something amazing?
The trick was fairly simple to do, but the dexterity of JJ’s little 4-year-old hands provided a challenge. Still, he sat alone at the kitchen table and worked and worked and worked on perfecting his trick. I was in the other room when I heard him say matter-of-factly to no one in particular, “I thought this wand would do real magic, but I guess there’s no such thing as real magic.”
My heart broke a little bit right then.
Oh Babe, someday you’ll know. Magic is everywhere and in all of us, it just doesn’t look like what you think it looks like.